Sorrow

  • This War

    I do not want this war. This softness, I am. I do not want this war. And yet, it flows where peace seeks to be. And yet, aggression is somehow, the twisted arm of this peaceful river. Must we simply… Continue reading

  • Happy One

    There is a tear in my soul. They want me to smile, all the time, they want me to be fine, this world. But I am not (though I am.) There is a weeping tear. A wound unhealed and breaking… Continue reading

  • Alone

    It is raining, and I am alone. And there is sorrow in these parts, and knowing that life is terrible and beautiful, all at the same time. I am alive with all of that. I am alive with the sorrow… Continue reading

  • Careless Life

    Do not touch this softness. I see you angrily tearing at her bones, leave her be. Dear sweet, peaceful girl. For she must rest, she is weary, must rest, she has been battered and bruised by the tentacles of careless,… Continue reading

  • Sweet Love Departed

    When there is, in this soft heart, a tear for sweet love departed, a tender wave of grief upon the shore; where do these small hands go? How do I hold and kiss and whisper each precious ache into wholeness,… Continue reading

  • Beautiful Tears

    In the shadow of love is the aching of fear. And I hold you, love. I hold you and your beautiful tears. Continue reading

  • One

    Hush, dear soul, there is no need to question the aching sorrows. For they are there, as is the joy; two faithful companions on the road to somewhere and nowhere. Oh, dear soul. It is true there are questions unanswered,… Continue reading

  • Bright New Day

    I send my heart to those in pain. Let me sit beside you in the dark. Let me remind you: darkness is the ship to a bright new day. Continue reading

  • And So We Rise

    And so we rise. And so we gather all hope and find our way to peace again. We think we have broken, we think we have lost our way. Such beauty lies beyond that which we call failure. Such strength… Continue reading

  • Sadness

    How small we are in the largeness of it all. Our tiny cries barely heard over roaring humanity. But we each have a sadness, each of us, true. Of your sadness, I say: I hear it. I see it, as… Continue reading