Changing Winds: A Poem

Changing Winds

The wind is blowing

Through my lungs,

Casting my hair into my eyes.

I breathe in the changing winds;

Breathing in the changing times. Continue reading

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Breaking The Jars: Intention behind my blog.

Imagine this with me.

Sixteen years of age, long brown hair, big brown eyes. Innocence stolen. Her eyes reveal pain. They reveal helplessness. She wants to give up.

She’s seated on the front stoop of a beautiful old farmhouse surrounded by the Amish heartland in all directions. Mason jar in hand, eyes glazed, she watches as dusk falls over the corn fields. She sees the sky fade from blue, to yellow and pink with little conviction. She feels numb. Continue reading