There is no getting up without falling down.
Category Archives: poetry
The wounded
The worst is only temporary…
Fertile grounds
Conquest is inevitable, eventually.
The weight of lessons
Always questioning, always answering
The highest rank
The rank of Father
Conflict of Blessing
God is always our audience and cheerleader
Drowning.
Thoughts wrought when sitting on a rock
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