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Jessica
In the corner of a sun drenched window a tiny seedling grows, its green hypocotyl curling toward the light I noticed this was a rare creation birthed from whispered promises, and to the quietdevotion of hands that watered,loved, and spoke life into the soil She is not merely a flower ,but a beacon of resilience, an awesome cat mom and…
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she is purely beauty and trust
She stands in the dim light of morning her laughter weaving through the fog that is now evaporating ,nails polished to a “T”, they catch the glint of the sun ,sharp like a Diamondback poised,ready to strike Her eyes could cut through titanium, or could cradle you like a mother with her new babe; yet I hear her eyes asking…
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Princess in a Red Dress
Soft light begins her day rolling open like an ancient scroll,she awakens gently her price far above rubies, and her voice a vessel of whispered truths, and words from her are as a river that flows not in haste,but in the measured wisdom and discernment In the marketplace of virtues,she trades beautiful paintings and writings along with spoken testimonies of…
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written in red
“In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace;” (Ephesians 1:7, KJV) In the true light of a stained glass morning,I kneel on a cold stone floor, each fissure a story of grace, for what is this grace,if not a wholly healing balm for the aching heart; a salve for…
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She brings health and life
In the newness of each dawn before winter ,Laura Rose steps into the dew drops of her earth Between Glastonbury and Butleigh There her hands are as a compass guiding through bramble and fern where wild greens are collected along with their secrets A palette of emerald dreams gathered with reverence and love; berries, flowers, ivy, and other greenery each…
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like a tree planted by the water
my dance is not over just on pause daily my gravity pulls my world from beneath my feet as my heart races to catch a ghost,a shadow of someone I used to be: POTS my new internal roommate My bedroom tilts and twists on its axis, furniture shifts, the familiar becomes a mountain much like the scenery where I live…
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take the shot
One day, you’ll take a photo that becomes the last photo vou ever take with someone.It won’t feel like a last.It won’t be staged or planned.You’ll smile, maybe laugh, and go on with your day.And only later, days, months, or years later you`ll look back at it and realize.. this was it. The last time you stood side by side.…
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what am I
what am I, why do I hold love with nowhere to go In a landscape stripped bare,roots claw at the earth; Here, it grows,seeking truth in the silence, a prayer,for love with nowhere to go, my wandering spirit in a desert of desolation hungry for the rain,for a promise forgotten, fragments of joy hover,like moths drawn to a flame, yet…
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Non existent
“For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.” (Hebrews 8:12)Due to the Cross of Christ, and what, there, took place: sins and iniquities no longer exist, at least for those who trust ChristWe don’t ‘dabble’ in sin, nor should we none ‘tempt’ the Lord as many millions currently doWe…
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eye glasses
Taking a normal pair of eyeglasses out of their case, putting them back in, then even slowly pulling them out; it’s much like the emotions of abuse The case represents shelter and safety, while removing the glasses means stepping into a world where it once was destroyed but in truth they can be useful, helping others to see To do…
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what she sees
I want to be known,not just seen, I desire to peel away the layers that guard my heart I want to be wanted,to gather love like fallen leaves, holding it in my hands or falling into it with a smile I stand,with arms crossed tight,deflecting warmth like a shield,fearing the truth of love from anyone because I’ve been hurt all…
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Ήταν αληθινό
the life clock ticks moment by moment an agonizing reminder of loss; faith slipping through my fingers like dust washed from gold by hydrogen cyanide My forgotten prayers all blurred, my guts are wrenched pleading for resurrection from the death I call life, and the light that never comes Outside, the horror of east coast snow and worthless gossiping tongues…
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it is very real
Below are common C-PTSD markers, especially as they appear after long-term narcissistic or relational abuse. 1. Emotional DysregulationDifficulty returning to baseline after stress.Sudden anger, irritation, or rage (often followed by shame)Emotional numbness or shutdownFeeling “too much” or “nothing at all”Overwhelm from relatively small triggers 2. Persistent HypervigilanceThe nervous system stays in threat mode.Constant scanning for danger, tone changes, or disapprovalStartle…
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ROI
In the sanctuary’s stillness hymns flow gracefully ,each note a question:what does it mean to believe when the heart is a closed door, and silence fills the spaces? Memories are fractured, like a child’s drawing of a house with sunshine in the corner with the sky gray which holds no promise as I write the final chapter I sift through…
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automotive
What is your all time favorite automobile? 1976 Buick Riviera, 455, silver, quarter vinyl top red, and red interior
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no tomorrow
once again the kettle whistles, once a loud demand, now only a dull complaint; which is all that fills this hollow space as a reminder—even the simplest things can turn bitter gazing across the pasture I trees standing like military sentinels but they know nothing of the weight that grows heavier each minute daily I watch a carousel of faces,…
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Attending my funeral
My tears fall like a dropped coin,tinkling, and twirling to rest; a reminder of absence,the sounds of what was, and what will never be I sit with my grief, no longer my parents deaths, but new demons to face wrapped in heavy webbing Outside, friends lives continue, their new family arrivals or other joy and laughter floats on the breeze…
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23 December 2025
In the busyness of a winter morning where the breath of pregnancy hangs in the air; two souls plus one find their selves whisked away to Winnipeg Then, as life outside pauses, awaiting the moment that bends time,the door swings open,and in rushes Thea,a bundle of light, the newest addition for Adison and Janina They have a new kaleidoscope of…
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judge
Are you a good judge of character? yes due to hyper empathy and affective empathy. it’s weirdly and tiringly correct 98% of the time
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because He lives
I do not fear any door closing, nor the weight of absence that settles over empty fields as sunflowers bow alive in stillness and silence For over 10 years I have courted chaos, and her friend loss took my hand, as to steal me away then Death saw me and smiled for he is an old friend with our reunions …
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the essence of growing up
Inside my rib cage lies a grave marked with 6 names and on the ground surrounding it are the remnants of a boy lost in memories and dreams,starved of life, breath fading; lost beneath what could have been This boy, that I the old man am, are one in the same: He often does not sleep as he lies beneath…
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observe never absorb
I sit with affective empathy in my office and cradle my coffee while lost in a mosaic of fractured reflections from the storm in the mind of the person across the desk from me watching out the slightly open window as a petulant child tugs on the hem of her mother’s patience, and hearing her every sigh; reminding me of…
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My hero drives a wheelchair
Because Jesus thought so much of you,to place you in my way,I found redemption, and as I sit with my butter pecan coffee each sip reminds me that grace drives a wheelchair Tears and prayers of my parents stored by God, we’re released When you speak,the world of Satan trembles, and my heart and soul stand as a soldier at…
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Tempest resistant
In the quiet of the hospital room,you lay , a mosaic of strength,31 needles laid out like a soldier’s salute,each one a story etched in the skin of your arms; yet the way you smile,as if the world is offering you coffee and an eclair Every day a marathon,your vision, a puzzle with missing pieces,yet you navigate the shadows with…
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The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 