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When Winter Stays…

Seasonal depression. It’s real. Although I’ve never been diagnosed with it and I can’t say for certain that I’ve experienced it, I think I have at least an inkling of a feeling of what its like. The Winter season is hard for me sometimes. I hate the feeling of being cooped up inside, I hate …

poems.

w a s t e l a n d.

For days I’d been living in a wasteland.My heart was tired. My spirit was spent. I had wandered from the refuge of the promised landand I was dying of thirst. God looked down on me with his arms crossed.“My child, aren’t you tired of living this way?Aren’t you ready to come home?” But I refused …