• Poems,  Short Stories

    Happiness is a Journey

    It’s physical, like a continuous stroll You’re on this never ending stroll with yourself, your thoughts, your mind And with each stride you have to constantly find something to delight you; on the pathway, from your memory, from somewhere Even when it’s not there The stroll can sometimes be uppity and you break into a run The air in your face, your body releasing endorphins in gorgeous amounts And with each release you know your day will be bubbly, just because Even when you don’t feel like it Other times you’re just so weak You’re crawling, tears streaming down, baring your soul to Him And with every gasp; you’re asking for your…

  • Poems,  Short Stories

    It’s Okay

        It’s okay to sit, confused at the world at large, Not knowing what next to do; It’s okay. It’s okay to pick out all the many facets of your life, Not knowing if they are working right; It’s okay. It’s okay to take time away from the world, Not caring about anyone but you; It’s okay. It’s okay to cry behind closed doors, Not knowing if it’ll make you feel better; It’s okay. It’s okay to mumble to God between sobs, Not caring if you’re making any sense; It’s okay. It’s okay to feel lost Not certain of the way out; It’s okay. It’s okay to sit still…

  • Poems,  Short Stories

    In Silence

    I like it when we’re together. Did I say like up there? I love it when we’re together, In Silence.   We’d sit side by side, Arms grazing each other with the littlest movement. We’d look everywhere but beside, Creating pictures only our minds can see.   In silence, Our breathing collides and creates it rhythm, In silence, We say many words, our mouths won’t speak.   After time has gone, You finally look my way, You say “Where has your mind gone?” I shake my head, maintaining the silence.   Saying nothing, sometimes says the most – Emily Dickenson