Tag Archive | blood

posture of my heart

rigid, uptight, worried, tense hiding crouched behind the fence I built with my own two hands with every heartbeat blood and doubt swirl behind my angry shout that I’m worth as much as any man I am a hunchback, deep inside failing even the misplaced pride to which I hold myself bent and bitter beneath […]

Arrhythm

A particularly golden, still mental image. It’s all about perspective.

The Inn of the Basilica

story of healing and grace

Silhouette in Gold

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