I am the wild wolf in the forest,
Never captured, never tamed...
I wonder if the Israeli army
bomb children in the sabbath day too...
Night Terrors
In the stillness of the night...
In the summer of '82, love sparked bright,
At an arcade, hearts took flight...
I knew these stones
From which they carved crosses...
I took a journey
And found myself...
It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...
Blank stares into dead space
Little worriers checking heart rates...
In the quiet of waiting, patience blooms,
A gentle strength that fills up empty rooms...
Here's a poem about being grateful for the life...
I haven't done much with my life...
I am new because of Jesus
Even though I can still get stuck...
How will I know if my lifes on hold
Days remain and yes it still rains...