The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

depression

  • How, Who,

    I have carried myself farther than I ever should have had to go, and somehow I am still here, still breathing, still held together by something I do not understand Strength and weakness all in one: I have bitten down on storms until my teeth cracked, swallowed grief whole and felt it tear its way… Read more

  • Sorcery and Fasting

    “And he said to them, This kind can come forth by nothing, but by prayer and fasting.” (Mark 9:29, Webster) First off, let me say this so everyone knows where I stand: There is no such thing other than foolishness about a ‘Daniel Fast’ or ‘miracle fasting’ or ‘fasting your way to healing’, or etc.… Read more

  • anyone out there?

    I.In the hollow of your laughterthe walls trembled with a warmth that now shivers in the absence,each echo a splinter,each silence a weight I am unable to offsetII.You both were my compasses, the nurturing hands, the love, the life, the lighthouse in each storms. now with each breath only the sounds of  ghosts whispering of… Read more

  • windmills and tornados

    I watched ,from the shadows of a room, her performance and dance was to die for, to believe: yet it became a feast for wolves dressed in wool Each face a mask painted with smiles,but beneath the surface,the lies like pecan tree roots twisting through the soil of my desire to be loved, simply loved… Read more

  • Why, How, Reason?

    How do you write, why do you write; I was asked, and so with the weight of the room upon me and in a fragile breath I replied: Affective empathy,partial hyper empathy,I taste the salt of sorrow along with the sweet ache of absence,each word a single cord, becoming either a noose or a safety… Read more

  • 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… Read more