Collision

When needs and worlds, ideals collide, and feelings roil and boil inside tis hard to know the truth of things, infernal fucking matterings… The second when the muttering is doublebarrelled suffering of loyalties and friendships broke – yet love prevails …

Enough

I am angry, so very angry. I cannot fix this, fix you. I weep, bitterly. You want to die. You say that your life is a failure, no longer worth living. You want it all to end. You say you …

And yet I rise

I catch me, with gentle arms yet strong I rescue me, with forgiveness yet truth I calm me, with soothing whisper yet firm I rest I rise I am still very muddy