Hidden Pieces

I come up out of hiding With regrets burning beneath my skin Sitting in the light for the first time I feel small beneath your powerful and familiar name But led here by your tender invitation And tender mercies I come up out of hiding, Burrowed beneath the dirt And the leaves, and the twigs Numb... Continue Reading →

Why I Cry Over Fictional Deaths

              If I wanted to spend the day crying over a sad story I could just turn on the news and watch for five minutes. It’s faster and simpler than burying my head into a dystopian or paranormal novel and diving into a world of fiction and make believe with characters who don’t really... Continue Reading →

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