Seeing through the eyes of others

poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…and theirs. I write personal, I write upon request and not limited to one area, genre, or style

  • Trapped in silence, with only the white noise pressing in around her, she had no way to escape what was happening. She was locked away, abused, hurt, and destroyed, hidden from view while human trafficking took its toll on her mind, body, and spirit. She was treated like something to be used and discarded, made… Read more

  • Yes I am thine forever

    Flower by flower, she answered, petal by petal, a softer language grew between usWhat began as a single bloom became a quiet devotion, a patience laid gently over skin and silence Each blossom found its place as if it had been waiting there, each one a small yes taking shape in the lightI watched love… Read more

  • I vow, my oath

    I vow to stay close to what is real I will speak plainly, love without performance, and hold your name with care I will meet your fear without turning away, listen before I answer, and learn your silences as well as your words I will bring no storm where peace can live, offer steadiness instead… Read more

  • Had Picasso, Monet, or any of the great masters seen this beauty and her Creations, they would have simply fainted. How could life not bow before its own making? Truth.Fidelity.Honor.Creativity.Humor.Understanding.And that is only a glimpse of what shines through here.There is grace in the image, art in the presence, and something timeless in the way… Read more

  • gates are not walls

    One of the biggest misunderstandings in Christianity is this:“If I’m kind, I have to say yes to everyone.” News flash: Kindness is not the same as compliance.Jesus was full of compassion, mercy, and grace, but He also walked away from crowds, confronted hypocrisy, and refused to let people control His mission. He loved everyone, but… Read more

  • There are no five stages of grief. The stages you heard of or read were written for people who are dying, not for those left behind. I am from Oklahoma, where the land is steady and wide, yet nothing in me felt steady after that five months, six days, twenty hours, and forty minutes ended… Read more

  • It is a cruel world, and not in some distant, abstract way people like to talk about when they want to feel thoughtful but untouched. I mean here.I mean now. I mean the roads you drive, the towns you trust, the places with familiar names that are supposed to mean safety. Because somewhere between Hartland… Read more

  • The Creator…Alex

    Alexandras creations are not merely worn, but enchanted; woven with intention, beauty, and quiet power. In modern witchcraft and folk magick, intentional jewelry carries meaning, and this bracelet holds it well. The dark stones are guardians, made to absorb negativity, deflect harm, and keep the spirit grounded in shadowed calm. The spikes are fierce little… Read more

  • She Breathes

    The beauty of the Creator and her amazing beauty is only ever a glimpse;  a fleeting taste of something vast, mysterious, and beyond earthly design: Hers is is a glory that could only be born of Heaven itself Her creations unfold as living expressions of that perfection her grace woven into form, love etched into… Read more

  • Absolutely Beautiful

    Forty years of marriage….. Through hills and valleys; through quiet plateaus and seasons of change you have walked together with courage, with love, with honesty, and now with grace For nineteen of those years, I have had the gift of witnessing the truth of your hearts, ones that choose life, not death, kindness, not bitterness,… Read more