i am someone who listens

Thanks for dropping by Don’t give up your dreams I put dreams in the attic and they are still there My dream was to be a poet living from my poetry and I did for awhile it’s been years here is the good news. . . I’m picking up my pen and beginning again hang in

regrets

I can’t let my yesterdays darken my life and thoughts I am not the same person  God, please forgive me as I forgive others I am broken striving to be holy

lighthouse

i leave the lamp on next to my bed i turn music on the lamp and music are my lighthouse  there is no body to see no body to call lighthouse, be my friend tonight

I am broken but trying to be holy

I am broken into many pieces. I am not the same person I was as a child, as a student, or as a friend.  I relate and expect differently today than yesterday.  Inside, I am trying to be holy in my own way.