The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

certainly

  • Responding to your “it”

    DEPRESSION you think you can drain me and call it truth you tell me I am nothing over and over like repetition makes it real IT DOES NOT You are a distortion not a verdict And I am still here Breathing Existing Living in a world you said I would not survive That alone proves you wrong BIPOLAR DISORDER you… Read more

  • time to go

    As the first line of light stretches across my local horizon, whispering that time still moves forward, yet eternity stands unchanging In that these moments at 0141 the heart senses something beyond what the eyes can see; a longing for the home where no shadow follows, where the ache of separation ends We who walk… Read more

  • Certainty is this

    In the stillness before dawn my morning unfolds as I awaken wondering how many times can mercy rise insistent as the sun Then I remember a promise,carried on the breath of the wind, it’s the Holy Spirit speaking:“Great is Your faithfulness.” I think of the enemy,the creeping doubt,the voice that slithers through the chasms of… Read more