Depression & Faith

Some days, I feel more alive than others. Some days, I feel like the walking dead. Today, right now, life rushes through limbs to my brain, and I'm writing a poem of pain that's, for now, gone away. To get out of my head, even onto paper, to get out of my head and take in,... Continue Reading →

The Terror of Blooming

Would the air hurt youWould the bird clip you   r petalsWould the caterpillar find you beautiful-beautiful and delicious to consume,to digest Would you and the extension of your flesh,open to the elements, displayed splayed unto the world,finally signed-on to participate,meet death To bloom,is it less painful than to regret regrets?than to resist the outing of... Continue Reading →

Secrets I keep

Something regurgitated To my memory I suppose I cannot hide The nature of my sentiments Toward it It regurgitated But no, I do not expel I hide The sour reminder I keep it in my spirit In- voluntary confinement Paralyzed between Shame--pride And the unpleasant consequence Of attempt to swallow it back Down into The... Continue Reading →

La Louve solitaire

La louve solitaire se trouve seule par sa choix de la voie du Seigneur qui l'emmène à l'espoir, à l'amour, à la grace, à la joie, à la paix, à la gloire de sa croix, à son Fils, par la foi..     Copyright © 2018 A.M. Wilsonne

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