Tag: The Fray

belief in unbelief

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived. His image rests in mid air long flowing, sky robe, wispy as my hair. I retreat, tear back in fear, embracing shame. He knows me as no other, this game i play.   (Christmas 1990) Who is this man that I draw His attention? Me, alone,…

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Memories and Regrets

Brother, remember how I followed you… once again roam the woods looking for a place where we belong the air ours to be and listening, speaking birds tell wisdom. I should dance upon the clouds soaring higher than this ravaging world you left too soon. I never told you my pain. longing to drown in…

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Anhedonia part2

Warning, dark. Proceed with caution. Faint hearts retreat. If you have never experienced depression or anxiety, I will try and explain it, but there is no description to adequately portray the devil it is. One reason it remains difficult to expound on, is if I had you muffle the surrounding sounds, you would realize that…

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