Our silent struggles …

It is so painful to speak against from where I come, this land to where I was shipped by Him; but as I struggle with words, others struggle with life itself. It feels like infidels thrive here, acting on their own fancies, hardened by their own ideas till in one shocking moment, explode a bomb … Read more Our silent struggles …

Flightless

In this world of diseases unlimited is there a cure for bad thoughts? Can medicines alleviate the pain of a heart torn apart by an action? Can kindness stop the vengeance that starts out as but a reaction? Can our thinking that all is well fix the scars borne out of abuse? Can it restore … Read more Flightless

Breathing but not alive …

I know not if I am alive, I’m breathing but not living. I’m forgotten when I’m near, not wanted by anyone dear; valueless till I am wanted, uncared for what I’m worth, seen for but earning wads, till I do that, all are glad; till needs become too much, and I need to start anew, … Read more Breathing but not alive …