blank pages.

Blank pages, heart open Ready, Expectant to hear Your voice. Tired heart, weary soul Knowing You’re near gives me hope. This journey is long, sometimes hard As I allow Your hand To lovingly shape me, mould me Challenge into the person I am to become. Silence...

this is where it ends.

I lie in bed, mind ticking, racing, thinking. The fear is crippling and the thoughts overwhelming. The silence making room for the subconscious to fill the space. Alone. Isolated. Unsure. Unsure of what is truth and what is not. Unsure of what is right and what is...