The Light Is Held

The Light Is Held

By Andrew Strachen   When people came from a distant land, They saw a light held in her hand, A rock that stood within the sand, That stood for liberty.   And now she strains to keep her hold Upon a nation’s soul that’s sold, A legacy so true and bold, From sea to...
Monster

Monster

If you’ve ever met a demon, you’ve known leashes, locks, and ties, you’ve known every filthy fingerprint that’s lined you with its lies. If you’ve ever met a demon, you’ve let pretty pretense go, because surely it’s no monster if it’s here to help you grow. It...
Overflow

Overflow

By Rachel Rogers   I was built deep and hungry, with a heart that wanted to be filled with so much beauty and emotion and love. I thought that was my gift, my blessing— being able to contain it all. To soak up each sunset, to treasure every precious friend. But then...
Homesick

Homesick

Tornado winds raged when I was here last. Your fingers ran through my hair and calmed the strands the storm had tangled. I wondered how long before I felt that safety again. I left that home, the ocean tide calling me; its waves louder than winds. They held more...
Thunderstorm

Thunderstorm

People call her strong, and when she speaks, thunder roars. From her heart flows a downpour that drowns and overwhelms many a landscape.   But within the churning clouds hides a gentle flicker of light, each flash and each vein a memory of past hurts and triumphs that...
Masks

Masks

Each mask hides another, Veil on tearstained veil. Each tattered page of my heart, Inked and stamped and sealed In the shadows of my mind.   I wrote myself a fantasy, Bound my heart in steel. The bleeding aches I turned to scars, My dreams to sweat and tears. I formed...
Stopped. Started.

Stopped. Started.

By Shannon Caeley   Broken towers, ripped apart. Life is full of pain; nothing is right. All has been demolished.   How did it get this way? Tattered and torn, broken to bits. Was life always pain and suffering?   And yet a never-ending wave of what it has been...
Baby Feet

Baby Feet

By Catherine McBride   Baby’s feet are tender, tiny, pink, and sweet; Rosebud toes are curled tight, wrinkles soft and deep.   Baby’s feet are clumsy, and fumble as she tries. Hands and knees and triumph, then disappointed cries.   Baby’s feet are...
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