Place Matters

We used to trace a triangle with your fingers, Like that’s where I live And you climb it all the way up till you get to that turn in the road; You know that one, the one with the sign Where you turn to see all that you’ve left behind, But I just drive Because the road goes on forever. The name only changes; But this is still our lives. We go in circles or straight to the ocean, Like arteries and veins. I don’t want it to be explained away. But I wish we had turned and not driven all the way. . . To school. Cuz I’m alone, And I look over my shoulder at what we’ve done. Sink into the texts I’ve written– Like an ocean, Like they’re scrolling past my eyes, Both sides. Because place matters. I never thought about it much. I got lost and…

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Starlight

Today we have a guest post from Madeleine Owens over at The Introverted Raconteur!!! One moment, Normalcy, A typicality, Then panic strikes. From nowhere, Darkness slowly creeps along the back…

Fighting the Wind

Intense shivers work their way up my spine. The clouds start to banish away the sunshine. I stare into space as I’m overcome with dread, Can I withstand the maelstrom…

#ModernPsychobabble

People post photos, post pictures, post selfies of their face. It’s a race. Give me space! Give me grace; Give me your phone number, girl. Give me a call. I’ll…

The Light And the Life

Today we have a video, spoken-word guest post from Darrel Current over at Nation Reversed! Darrel Current is a 16-year-old Christian homeschooler living in Indiana. He loves to write (obviously),…

A Dreamscape

My soul— My soul is awake and okay. My heart starts to ache, But I’m doing fine. It’s the lies that we say when we’re quite alright. Peace is a…

Shower Me

Rain, rain, go away, come again when I’m afraid. I’ll let you wash away the fears; ears, listening here. Hearing my words, reading my lines. I’ll try to write the…

The Real Ana

Today we have a guest post from my sister, Ana Harris, over at Ana Harris Writes! When I was 19, I fell desperately ill and was diagnosed with Lyme Disease.…

Today

This is the first post in a two-part series. Next week Ana will be sharing her own thoughts on sickness and identity. I’d been sharing my feelings with you all…

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I stare up at the darkness of the ceiling. Sleep avoids me and keeps stealing, Stealing my hope of finding dreams. Let me dream, let me see, let me rest.…