I don’t think we know how to be human anymore. None of us. It’s too cold here to feel anything. I shiver and every bone in my body aches. Each day I pull myself up from the frozen ground, I think that maybe today I won’t be able. That my body will stick and I’ll never move again. But I keep getting up, I keep moving even though there doesn’t seem to be a point in it anymore.

Once the snow and f...

I don't want you to buy me flowers,

I want you to deal with your trauma,

To quiet your ego

And figure out where you stand

In absence of comparison to someone else.

Must you always break yourself against everyone else

Just to prove you are solid?

I didn't expect eternal bliss,

Butterflies and roses forever.

I didn't expect to feel complete.

But it shouldn't feel like early morning headaches,

Ac...

We are all of the same spirit,

Woven Into the tapestry of life.

All a tiny speck of a puzzle piece

That creates a whole

Living, breathing, continuous organism.

We all come from the same sin

That calls out to us from the dark,

Hidden in shadow.

We all pursue the same material things

Thinking they will somehow make us whole,

But we’re trying to fill a space that

Was never truly empty.

And we e...

Avery remembers that night like it was yesterday. She can remember every minor detail, but not much of what happened afterwards. That was still a messy blur in time. But she remembers leaving and that’s what got her where she is now, into this awful mess. Not that what she’d escaped was much better. She knows she had to leave, there wasn’t much choice. Because “punishment isn’t abuse.” That’s what...

Tara woke to a terrible nagging pain in her right forearm. As she slowly opened her eyes, vision still blurred, she could see five-year-old Carly, with her brunette Shirley Temple ringlets kneeling on the bed beside her like a little Gremlin. Her hair was matted to the side of her head with something dark and wet. Was she outside playing in the mud this early? Tara had been her step-mother for...

He was the middle son of the Duke’s four boys, the eldest being Edward, his father’s favorite. The youngest two, Henry and Paul , were twins. They were eight years younger than Abel and still naive and rowdy, always looking for a fight. Edward was away on important business. So important his father failed to let anyone else know anything of it. So, his father in his infinite wisdom, decided he ...

We’re reliving the same old traumas,

Just giving them a new coat of paint.

Presenting the same dramatic play,

Just giving it a new name,

New actors and a new stage.

Running through a maze on the dark

Like rats searching for the last piece of cheese.

Now lost in the labyrinth, the illusion of life,

In all of our confusion, we lash out with open claws

Leaving everyone we meet

Bleeding and raw.

...

Kate followed Levi’s tank of an RV for what seemed like 45 miles up the steep, winding mountain road. Thankfully, the rain stopped a few days ago and it was dry. The turns were tight and narrow and there were several curves with no guard rail. Kate clutched the steering wheel tight as her body stiffened. Roads like this always scared her. Maybe because she was only five foot three and could barely...