Space between pen and paper

Never underestimate the space between a writer’s pen and the surface of release Usually what’s birthed isn’t your peace but the author’s ability to bleed out, to cry out, to maneuver the internal seasons There’re times when the scenes are stenciled with smiles and celebrations, a logging of an occasion Then there’re clouds that rain

Finding the way back

Where have you gone? I miss you.  The fire in your eyes and your energy when you entered the room could be tasted.  You were savory delicious honey filled hope and overflowing unquenchable optimism that was so refreshing to the soul.  Sadly, the best of you has gotten lost within the scarred vulnerability of your