My life was over.
So why do I feel like it’s
About to begin?
About the Creator
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No Word Comes Near Enough
The English language has its limits. I learned this when I became a student of the Bible and looked up the Greek and Hebrew definitions behind the Scriptures I loved. Some languages have so much more depth and power than the one I use to convey my thoughts. But, even so, I don't think any word could ever come close to describing this void and pain I am journeying through. I don't know how to swim through its murky waters.
By Shirley Belk4 days ago in Poets
Magic
Note from the Author: I want to let you know that this is an unusual story, and it has been written purely from whatever is in my unconscious mind, because before I start writing, I get into a flow state that reaches my unconsciousness. I also write in my subconscious mind, which is like a mid-flow state between the conscious and unconscious mind.
By Denise Larkin6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Because every ending is a new beginning. The question is, to what?
🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 This is directly from my mind also!!! Beautifully done!!!!!
Great Haiku! Wonderful!
Delusional, I guess? Lol, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. Your Haiku was very uplifting and reassuring!