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

2015

  • Age, loneliness, empty

    Loneliness is a promise the heart made and no one answered. It settles quietly, waiting for a voice to meet it in the spaces between old conversations, in the wind crossing a cold, gray field The horizon presses flat against the earth, wide enough to make a person disappear.Seasons pass without asking, carrying off small… Read more

  • 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

  • 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

  • Pirouette 444

    After the dance, after that last soft pirouette,she settled into the hush of evening then sat still as if under a spell She did so just to think, to breathe, to gather herself back together It was a moment that carried a quiet kind of grace, as light as something heaven sent, yet honest as… Read more

  • An oaktree begins as an acorn in the dirt, and has everything it needs already there deep inside. It roots where it falls because real growth is not about motion:It is about depth. Now people are often taught that if they are moving, they must be progressing. Going from A to B, one plan to… Read more