The honest writings of someone bridging the gap between life, Christianity, and mental illness
Soft echoes whisper across my soul,your melody makes my heart sing.When you play to me my belief in love is renewedand I can once more breathe.Tugging on my heart stringsare your melodious major chords,how soft the air seems when you play to me,so passionately. *inspired by John Coltrane jam session*
Tossing and turningand flipping sheets over.Grunting in frustration,as the clock moves forward. Mind is spinningand won't slow down.Future's moving closer,can't turn back now. Time is of the essence,too precious to be wasted.Experiences to be had,and dreams to be tasted. Counting sheep, so bountyhoping on a prayer.Wanting sleep, so peaceful,but to find it, don't know where.
*I wrote this poem after reading an article about James Baldwin and his struggle with suicidal ideation* If I ask you to martyr me within your pages,blank and crisp, like unvarnished potential,don’t let your memory of me fade awaylike forgotten, abandoned childhood dreams.Don’t listen to my mournful woes.Write me beautiful and stellar,glamorous and headstrong.Paint me... Continue Reading →
Don’t let the midnight swallow you whole and make you forget how beautiful the sunrise is.
Before my parents’ decision to get a divorce, or rather, what caused them to have that conversation in the first place, what I called The Thing That Ruined My Life, I was a high school freshman and relatively content with my life, but all that changed during the first month of school. Summer was still... Continue Reading →
