29 November 2012

10 November 2012

Writing is therapy.

All people self-medicate
Like stepping in front of the mirror
after a dark storm and realizing
you are not who you were
that you are staring at a totally different person
that you don't recognize your own face
that for better or worse, you've changed
can you—do you have the strength of character,
the courage of faith, the audacity of hope,
the foundation of love—to continue to walk
into the deepest cave, the darkest tunnel,
the most frightening place
in search of

truth
hope
light
love
salvation
& rescue?

I don't know
But I'm wiling to bet
I'm willing to stake my life on it