Progress In Motion

Sitting silent in the shadow comfortable in the disease Panicked in the peacefulness no real reason for unease Pass a day within a confine ‘better off’ you calmly say No real reason to have faith in you after failing in your way If change means looking further from the complacent view you hold then taking small steps forward may only limit what could unfold Your … Continue reading Progress In Motion

Mental Suicide

Those thoughts which bring us down; the things that we tend to dwell on that leave us in a state of devastation. These types of thoughts are so incredibly familiar to me. Throughout my life, I’ve had so much negative influence, so many different pulls and pushes that have left me curled up into a ball, balling like a baby, a ton of self-induced affliction … Continue reading Mental Suicide

Chapter One

Today will be an entire chapter being written in the now Not yet finished-  not completed until the moments have shown me how   Today will be a choice to allow this chapter to unfold Forgetting the words of yesterday forgiving the mistakes its chapter holds   Today is like a breath inhaled, then let go A single, escaping breath a single chapter, not yet … Continue reading Chapter One

Today’s Youth Counts

The fingers were used to show this little, undeveloped mind of mine how to count. I remember, “One, two, three…” as someone would point to the fingers on my hand. Over time, I could count to one hundred, or two hundred, or three hundred! You can probably remember how excited you were being able to show the grown-ups how you had learned to count higher … Continue reading Today’s Youth Counts

Front and Center

You count the sins you see the death that they bring It makes you look down upon yourself and others as you ‘joyously’ sing   You punish yourself you throw yourself down at the altar begging and pleading You are prayed over babbling and believing then, told to catch up on your reading   It’s time to feel terrible again time for the preacher to … Continue reading Front and Center

What The Morning Holds

I remember a time when the light of day was a burden. A completely dreadful time. It was the beginning of another day of worries, anxieties, worthlessness and hopelessness. Each time I would rise in the morning began a course that ushered in the nightmarish realities of my existence. I had to take action. Their is a quote from a fictional character in a movie, … Continue reading What The Morning Holds