Poems About ""

I end this year the way I lived it—moving.
Scarred knuckles, quiet wins, loud lessons.
I learned that silence can teach,
that roads don’t apologize for being long,
and that becoming costs more than dreaming.

Some days bent...

Always, always, keep moving,
Even when the world stands still.
Keep moving, traffic only watches
Legends in motion, chasing the thrill.

Eyes may glare, voices may shout,
But forward is where the brave will go.
The parked...

When dark shadows fall around me
When the day turns into night
I am safe within His keeping
For He draws me to His side.

Ever faithful through the fury
Through the fire and through the flood
I am trusting as He guides...

Hearts don’t fix in perfect lines—
they curve, twist, and break again
before the light finally enters.
I walked a crooked path
hoping the pain would forget my name,
but it walked beside me like an old friend.
Yet somewhere...

Where flowers bloom,
so does hope.
Life's too short
for empty vases,
so I fill mine
with color—
petals and peace,
right where I need them.
A gentle reminder
beauty still grows.

Words, words, I play with words
hoping that some combination—
even a chance combination—
will say what I want.
What's left unsaid
will always find a way
to scream.

Walk with me
as slow
as you can
for I want it
to last
as long
as it can.

I love red,
not in the way most do,
with roses or sunsets,
but in the way it bleeds—
bleeds from my soul.
I wear it on my skin
like a silent scream,
a language only I understand,
when the world becomes too...

She's a beauty in a broken place,
Wearing strength behind her face.
Planned to leave, but stayed instead,
With battles fought inside her head.

Heart of glass, but still she stands,
With pearls and scars in both her...

Though the road be rough and stormy,
trackless as the foaming see,
thou hast trod this way before me,
and I gladly follow Thee.

Though 'tis lone and dark and dreary,
cheerless though my path may be,
if Thy voice I hear...

When the silence gets too loud
Old wounds start to bleed
Your demons are exposed
And start to feed
Chest tightens. Breaths get faster.
Heart races.
I can't breathe.
"You're worthless."
The voices...

We jumped the fence, no time to think,
Landed hard near a muddy brink.
Smelled like cow dreams, damp and raw,
But freedom hit us like a roar.

We crawled through thorns, we bit our lips,
Took every blow, survived the...