Framed In A Circus – Day 114, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Vignettes appear in every image God edits to his liking.Yet,Questions arise.Why does my atmosphere seem to darken?I was told life would brighten up!Instead,Light appears to be scarce in,What feels like a farce enveloping my faith as I battle with catharsis… Do I sit down,Entranced by propaganda and apply shady stories disappearing in an instant?To an... Continue Reading →

Birth Of A Burning Image

Writers are creators of many worlds no other can sketch on a canvas darker than their inner thoughts.Worlds full of light,Of some kind,For every heart aching from the pain of asking,Why?Why me?Because,As much as we want a story where there's not a single sting,From bleeding wounds we must feel forcing us to think,About more than... Continue Reading →

Blank Pictures

Blank…Maybe,That's why it's been hard to put ink onto paper.Nothing in my mind.Just,Thoughts floating through my head while I close my eyes and,Feel the chaos it brings.Left asking myself,What am I here for?To,Endure pain until I'm finally able to dream again?Dream a life where I can bare the sting of wounds I've inflicted on myself…Tell... Continue Reading →

Recalled

An image my kids would love to trace over,is a goal in my mind and heart I yearn to achieve.But,I’m having trouble conceiving that notion of success my dear soul thirsts for.More so,A band-aid for an open wound that will heal within time,With good rest and a day,Or two,Where you unwind!Without going too far… Because,In... Continue Reading →

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