You Are Still A Warrior To Me

Hello Readers, Here's a poem I wrote, dedicated to some of my best friends. I love you dearly, my friends, my family.

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the scars i chose for myself – a poem

Hello Readers, Today I wanted to share a freeform poem I wrote based off of a person I met at church. I always enjoy hearing people's stories, and this person had an interesting tattoo to go with their story. It was one of those things that are just begging to be written. the scars i [...]

Impression of A Grieving Church

"When peace like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll" An entire congregation is brought to its knees in a horrible beautiful way, weeping for something that they can not ever replace. Nor would they ever wish to. There is a wound now, a gaping red wound. The regular services are [...]