Category: Heartbreak and Healing

Again I face the wall of injusticeAgain I wrestle with the pull to do the right thing and walk awayAgain I want to climb to the top and scream and tell the world what you didAgain I hate that I feel this wayAgain I know I will choose to forgiveAgain I hate that I have…

In the quiet stillness of the early morningI am looking again at this battered box of thoughts It may contain false lies, old ideas, residual fears and foreboding But in there too is long forgotten dreams, ideas from which new ones can emerge Flimsy dented cardboard walls, held together with layers of sticky tape, this…