Wrong direction by Amy Rodeffer Thompson Headlong, I rushed into adulthood Sprinting towards the prize I was certain would be at the end All of the suffering and struggle Was going to pay off I would “arrive” and it would be grand After quite some time it became clear...
Angel Business by Amy Rodeffer Thompson They say God doesn’t make junk But some days I feel like a lump The human experience is an odd one Full of spirit, with the potential to soar While most of the time I feel feeble Unable to whisper, much less roar It’s messy,...
Words hurt by Jamie Husemann I want to feel something, as I float under the weight of your words. I want my life and how I lived to truly mean something, regardless of what you say. You stand there as my lips turn blue and I gasp for air. A smug look on your face. I...
