My life was over.
So why do I feel like it’s
About to begin?
About the Creator
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No Word Comes Near Enough
The English language has its limits. I learned this when I became a student of the Bible and looked up the Greek and Hebrew definitions behind the Scriptures I loved. Some languages have so much more depth and power than the one I use to convey my thoughts. But, even so, I don't think any word could ever come close to describing this void and pain I am journeying through. I don't know how to swim through its murky waters.
By Shirley Belk3 days ago in Poets
Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Because every ending is a new beginning. The question is, to what?
🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 This is directly from my mind also!!! Beautifully done!!!!!
Great Haiku! Wonderful!
Delusional, I guess? Lol, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. Your Haiku was very uplifting and reassuring!