It is dark. I-can’t-see-my-hand-in-front-of-my-face kind of dark. I-must-be-blind kind of dark. The light has escaped, swallowed up by blackness. My soul writhes, grasping for any flicker or any spark it thinks it sees. Only there are no flickers. There is only the black hole where my heart used to be. A vacuum that sucks all … Continue reading After…
Dark night of the soul
Hope Wins…Again
Darkness overcomes me. Black as ink, not even a hand in front of my face is visible. I am surrounded. I am afraid of the absence of light. My heart pounds. I grasp and claw, until I realize it is futile to fight the black night of the soul. I have no control. I have … Continue reading Hope Wins…Again
In the Dirt
When I was a little girl, my dad used to take me on walks in the woods. We would traipse around our property, sometimes not even on trails, just walking and seeing. It wasn’t far, but to my little legs it seemed like miles and miles. I learned a lot on these walks, not because … Continue reading In the Dirt
Michelle's Mosaic 