Within the tempest of this world, my candle flame burns stout and proud.   Storm clouds gather over my candlelit eyes, yet they burn on… a powerful counter-gaze   through that grey overcast blanketing what was once the warm sun in my life....

The self defeating logic of anxiety is to make me believe the only way to keep myself safe is for me to never feel self. How absurd, how astonishing, That this fierce storm is only a thought. A ghost I create and...

today weep for sorrow's sakesilently holding tight hurt rises then receedesmelancholy wraps around memy mind succumbsand I float down a sad rivermy tears flow my gentleness is adriftfearful for the futuretender understanding in a glanceyou feel it tootogether we...