Poetry

This was written two years after I saw the wreckage of Josh's car. Winter lingers, but I wait for spring's rebirth. #losses #faith #hope

Marcy stood at the crossroads, the path ahead shrouded in darkness. The whispers of despair echoed in her ears, tempting her to surrender.

Time stretched out like an endless desert, each grain of sand a moment of despair. The horizon offered no hope...

Joshua's unique voice shines through in these poems, blending whimsy with profound reflections on life and time.

There's a great divide between us now. One unexpected. Un-imagined. Undesired. Where I am you no longer are. Where you are I long to be.