Dried Ink

You Are Your Mother’s Victory Song

You are your mother's victory song,A tale of blood and tearsA symphony of the battle scars that adorn her belly You are your father's treasure,A universe of wild beautyEmbodied in flesh and bones Remember to walk this life loudly,Your footsteps, an audacious roarThat rumbles in the deepest valleys of fear Stand boldly in the light,With… Continue reading You Are Your Mother’s Victory Song

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Cupid Chronicles

What is love? Love, in all its wonder, is the one that stays It is the rain dance during the storm,the ebb and flow as you shed old skinIt walks through the valleys with youas a light to your path,guiding you to a place of redemption Love is, the silent comfort of your lover's presencethe… Continue reading Cupid Chronicles

Dried Ink, Lost Letters

Back Bone

We all get to a point where our feet beg us to stop running, our hearts pound loudly against our chest, stretched from exhaustion. What happens then? Do you push your flayed arms and buckled knees, willing them to keep going despite how they bleed? Wouldn’t life be better if we just learned to rest?… Continue reading Back Bone

Lost Letters

Moment

I don't know who needs to hear this but, breathe. Everything will be okay. Many times in the past weeks, I caught myself clenching my jaw, my forehead mapped with worry lines as my shoulders tensed with fear. I would go to bed in the early hours of the morning, after burning both sides of… Continue reading Moment

Dried Ink

SEA

Step in With your heart on your sleeves and Hope as your compass Dive in With your past abandoned on the shore Dive in Eagerly, relentlessly Find higher depths of healing and Wider paths of peace Break every fetter of fear Redemption calls to you Let the lies dissolve with the sea As you wash… Continue reading SEA

Lost Letters

Nna’m (Father)

Nna’m, I see you. I forgive you. I love you. It has been hard getting to know each other these last few years. It has been a gut-wrenching journey, pushing past the sea of pain and getting to this shore. We have said words that cut deep, masked our hurt with hate and danced with… Continue reading Nna’m (Father)

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Of Grace and Glory

The streets glimmer with gold And my footsteps echo with relief As I run to meet my Lover And fall into His arms of rest   His eyes hold love unfiltered As He gazes tenderly upon me, Seeing the perfect reflection of His Son And my glittering crown of grace   No more do I… Continue reading Of Grace and Glory