Sadness: A Poem

There's a sadness deep in my heart. And I can't get it out. There are no tears to clean out the dust and cobwebs forming in my heart. At least, never in a time or place where I can let them out. There's no reminiscing with which to shine light on these feelings. And as...

The Introvert’s Dilemma

Last month, I found myself in the middle of the introvert's ultimate dilemma. A lot of people might not understand this dilemma, but I'm counting on all my other super-introverted peeps to get this. Maybe we can work it out together. Let me know what you do in times like these! Here's what happened. Some...

Here We Are

Thought by now we would all be All grown up, finally free Living our lives, thought we'd fly But here we are Bruised and battle scarred All our beating hearts Here we are, here we are Come this far Fighting for our lives Holding on tonight Here we are We’re not where we thought But...

Does Anyone Else Have Bad Days? (I Have A Confession)

I have a confession to make. I'm twenty-three years old, and sometimes I still want to cut myself. And people make it seem like only teens struggle with it? Let me make myself clear. Years ago, I did what some would call "experimenting with self-harm." I pinched and slapped myself as a way to deal...

Remember When You Used to Read?

Remember those times? It was before you had a smart phone or a laptop. Those times when you would stay up late, like you do now, but you weren't mindlessly flipping from one website to another, trying to keep away boredom. In those days, you were engrossed in a book, devouring one page after another....

Rough Ride

It's a funny thing, when you've been on a soul-wrenching ride down white water rapids, and then realize that you've reached the end. After the months of living with heartbreak, is this what it's like to breathe? The foaming river subsides to a sporadic trickle, and you realize that what you told yourself  was true: the...

What Do You Mean, “Normal”?

Let me say this: I am consistently exposed to the kind of people that society often labels as "weird." Geeks. Bush-folk. Christians. Writers. Geek Christian Writers. (We're an exciting bunch.) So "weird" is normal to me. I hear rumours about "normal" people and the odd things they do and say, but I rarely witness it...

What is Today?

I want to ask you a question. Is today a special day? What does it mean to you? Next question: What does this day mean to someone else? To most people, today is probably average. Until today, I've rarely stopped to think about what my normal days mean to other people. I've pondered it on...

Self-Injury and Truth

Recently, we passed the one year anniversary of Robin Williams' death. I've been wanting to say this for awhile now. Soon after his death, I read an article that claimed that his body had been found with self-inflicted wounds on his arm. I remember the sorrow that someone who was so good at making people...

A Written Reminder

Words drip like honey down the pen. Poetry touches the page. If only beautiful writing flowed like that. But it isn’t that easy for most of us. Poetry takes effort, and great writing means a lot of work. We would like for beautiful art to be effortless – and sometimes it is. Sometimes it flows...