Whisper-Thin Dreams
On the day before winter
when hope finally died
whisper-thin dreams disappeared
with the wind
and . . .
crumbled like dust.
Rachel's Wound Reflections on a life of brokenness, restoration, and redemption
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Consumed by Shadows
Consumed by shadows you were . . . but I - I had no way of knowing how dark the silence was in your soul - or whatever was inside you th...
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In that moment the eyes of The Narcissist saw something other than Himself Unexpected - rage - Sharp as the glittering knife on the kitchen ... -
Grief (like snowflakes) follows me through the darkness. Sometimes it arrives as a mist or a fog, hovering around and smothering me in lay... -
There be dragons here "There be dragons here" some warned - to keep me safe from The Darkness . . . "But this much light ...
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