Poets Write Thoughts in an Indirect, Hopeful Dance — Enter the words upon the canvas white Times past revered forward, a poet’s delight. Now internal bliss held tight to chest, Externally shared, eternity at rest. Stories shared upon the frame Of life lived greatly to no shame Invested hours fraught with fear Still lingers willingingly, closely near. Write for…

A poem of thoughts about current events — The sun hides behind the low-hanging frosty fog wondering if it will show up, glowing alive while frightening the icy air into the background. I wonder; pause to think. Is our life much like waiting for the sun to shine? …

Words help express the sentiments captured but forbidden to share — The swirl of emotion torn into the darkness when life flashed before my eyes Never realized I was lonely or alone Feeling off base, something triggered inside. Words, empty promises all fall flat upon a soul wounded deeper than sea depths weakened hope dangerously slim Trapped in the guise of connection; alone…

A bedtime story as created for my daughter. — Once upon a time in field behind farmer Joe’s home there lived a family of field mice. Deep in the base of an old Apple tree a short distance from the hay barn, the mice snuggled into their nest. …

A thought about how much we waste in time, to try to reclaim it. — Time waits for no one Clocks, wound up tick Until the tock stops. Even still, time still moves. Age is like time Our daily clock moves us Toward the final breath No pauses given. Hours, the chunk of time Whittled away in useless acts Ignoring love, friends, unity Until minutes are left. Days pass; seasons change We snap photos, say we’ll remember All while refusing the moment In an effort to capture time.

I found where my inspiration meets time and energy; the follow through is the perfect tempo of writing and reading. — Barnes and Noble lends a writer’s air to the atmosphere. The perfect angle of book and story struck a chord inside of my soul. Words popped into my mind, which spent a fortnight or more absent to my thoughts. I longed for my laptop. …

Myths create challenges for people to seek help. Are we part of the solution or part of the problem? — One of the myths surrounding those who seek a counselor is how the person “must be so messed up.” …

Gains from breaks help us find focus, build courage, and feel refreshed. Here’s what I did: — Every morning I slid out of bed, grabbed my decaf, and paused with a book. I wasn’t apprehensive about what book, so anyone I had been reading the week before would do. The book fell open where it was most turned to, and I began to read. …

Write the thoughts down, even if you save them for later. The memory returns and you write to the moment with refreshness and hope. — My story box, full of poetry, stories, articles, and ideas waited a quarter of a year for the day I returned. Today was the day, as I accidentally, on purpose, opened my account to see what I had created. …