with patterns of unflattering, reflections of myself- lessly wanting to change, but flawed within the very fabric of my existence. Frayed

Like a seed, despite being surrounded by the 'concrete' of my circumstance, I somehow held the promise of growth and beauty deep, perhaps in

We Choose Life Murdered Child Words spoken formed life into the womb. blood stains ooze from the vessels meant to produce Life,...

Just listen to the thunder's praises through the tempo-ed sound of the rain echoing across every surface it touches to wash away any...