“I miss who I thought you were.” The words have echoed in my head for weeks now, replaying over and over again. They miss a version of me, but not me. They miss what I threw out into the world as my reality, but not who I really was. They miss the role I played,…
Category: writing
Dueling Depths
There are depths to her that no one has seenFears that runs deep and cold, never exposedLongings that are whispered on the wind and forgottenPrayers that are said into the void in hopes of being heard There is pain in her that no one has noticedTwo different sides of her own psyche waring for attentionOne…
The Words I Don’t Say
Sometimes I write emails, lettersAngry, passionate, hurt rantingsAbout what has been lost and what has been brokenAbout heartbreaking memories I’d rather keep hidden I don’t send them.I don’t share them.They are deleted and lost to the wind,Carried away with the stroke of a keyboard Sometimes I feel better afterwardLike a burden has been lifted from…
When God is Silent
There was a realization The faith that defined you, molded youHad shifted, first imperceptibly then like a chasm opening The things you thought you knew were lost amongst the thistlesThe truths you held fast to were entangled in the briars The skeptics call it deconstruction, a systematic destructionOf the status quo and the stable base…
Momentary
There is a space between the life you live and the life you dream will be where you are forced to slow down and wait, reflect, and learn. It is the place where you find yourself simultaneously hoping, fearing, and trusting both yourself and everyone around you. It is that space where you have to learn to trust yourself. And you have to learn to trust others, trust the journey you are on, even when the hills, valleys, and switchbacks make you feel exhausted and overwhelmed. You’re in that momentary space for a reason.
Wildflowers
I’ve been thinking about wildflowers a lot lately. As I’ve been going on long walks around Bloomington, I’ve found more and more places where wildflowers are blooming. They change a little throughout the seasons, but they are still there. And, as I walk, I find them in the ugliest of places – forgotten corners of…
The Letter Exchange
There was a long, persistent lonely feelingIt wasn’t something she truly understoodBut it wasn’t exactly foreign, eitherIt was the culmination of a million momentsWhere it didn’t matter if she was around peopleOr if she knew she had something to anticipateShe still felt truly lonely. There was a soft, gentle, lovely feelingGrowing with each passing dayA…
Bottled Up
She wasn’t the kind of person who broke easilyShe wasn’t the kind of person who showed her heartShe’d been too open and had learned to wall off the world She kept herself safe by keeping herself just outsideOutside the people who could hurt herand outside the risks that might grow her – or destroy her…