I want to write the words I wish were written for me. For those dark moments I kept to myself and insisted on standing alone — even though I never really was.
I’ve felt faith slip awayand I’ve felt it roll back in — a tidebringing the sea to shoreI’ve seen faith be fickle and I’ve seen it…
of all the things I wanted to be growing upI never considereda cup, but the way you hold yourspress it to your lipsnever let it out of sight…
The first part of the year saw me consciously focus on the concept of simplification in my life.