Rippling down my spine
In concentric patterns
Never the same
Sometimes changing shape
S or corckscrew
Sometimes frizzy
Standing up defying gravity
Never a dull moment
Voluminous and shining
While some hide their spirals
I embrace the beauty of mine




Glowing red embers rise and fade
Like my memories with each crackle of the
Bright orange flame. An dark ocean stretches
across the terrain, vast and deep.
The cool current drifting away like my dreams.
Warm sand slides between my toes.
My heartbeat In sync with the gentle pulse of the earth.
A cool mountain breeze encircles me quelling my fears.
There’s a freedom the wind
brings as I stand In paradise. Each second is therapeutic,
setting my spirit free.




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Many throw the word faith around without understanding it’s true meaning. Seeing isn’t always believing. That’s easy to say, but hard to execute when you hit rock bottom, and all hope seems lost. Many non-believers and skeptics view faith in a creator for the weak. I’ve learned over the years faith is
a gift that not everyone has or will ever possesses. Being able to push forward in near impossible situations is a blessing. If it were not for my faith in YHWH I wouldn’t be here. Faith in him is what keeps me alive. The reason I breathe. Without my faith, I’m nothing, I have no purpose. Life is just a meaningless chain of events.