I am pitched through the sands of time. My throat is parched, my skin chapped. I am buffeted on all sides by decisions I have made. The desert molds me. My ego is broken. I dissolve bit by bit until my soul is ready. I fall helpless and prostrate at God’s feet. Save Me I …
Stillness moves my soul; Peace stirs my heart; Joy caresses my skin, As I reach out. I touch the love within. I can grasp the silence. A tender glance on my cheek. A sense of home. I have been here before. Written 2011 In gratitude, Marissa
I am hollow: bereft. I feel the blackness coalesce. Where am I? Who am I? This is not where I’m meant to be. This isn’t the path chosen for me. It’s all wrong. I’m all wrong. I can’t find my way out. I can’t climb, I don’t shout. Why bother. I’m so tired. Why …
This is an excerpt from one of my personal journals … “How do I deal with these feelings of deep resentment, unhappiness, anger and oppression? Such heavy words. I have them, but what I am supposed to do with them? Perhaps yelling and screaming? Perhaps crying? Perhaps taking action? But what action would that be? …