MarthaliaThorn in My SideWaking up from my bed of roses, with a thorn sticking to my side. Everything feels like a burden and I can’t stand anything at all.Jul 8, 2022Jul 8, 2022
MarthaliaOn a BranchPerched on a branch up high, looking down at the world. The others have migrated from here and I’m still here without their chirps.Jul 8, 2022Jul 8, 2022
MarthaliaA letter for them who are nowhere to be found.I was sitting in the garden near the lake as I stared at the blue skies. Honestly — the weather was beautiful.Jul 6, 2022Jul 6, 2022
MarthaliaWhen we miss our first love; fatherDo we let the pain of missing our father consume us and then transforming us into someone we would not have been otherwise?Jul 6, 2022Jul 6, 2022