WhovianPastor
Be Brave
They say the world is burning.Not just in forests or oceans,but in courtrooms and congress halls,in the streets, in the silence, in the scroll of a screen.They say democracy is…
When the New World Comes for Me
They come in the night.They come in the quiet.They come in the shifting of laws, in the stillness, in the dark.With hands folded in prayer and lips curled in claws.…
“The Past Has Hands”; it’s all about PTSD and OCD!
They say trauma fades with time.They say time heals.But time is a liar.Time is a thief.Time is a shadow that follows me home,that waits at the door,that slips under the…
“The Weight of the World (We Will Not Bow)”
I wake up choking on a silence too loud,a pressure too thick,a world too heavy to hold. The sky burns, the ground splits,oceans rage and swallow coastlines whole.The wind howls,…
“Through the Storm, Through the Sun”; a spoken word about love
They tell you love is beautiful,that it glows like city lights on a quiet night,that it feels like warm hands on cold skin,like laughter spilling over candlelit dinners,like the perfect…
“The Rise and Fall of It All”
Some days, it feels like life is daring you to break.The heaviness seeps in,settling into your bones like it was always meant to be there,wrapping its fingers around your ribsand…
“The Abyss Inside” (A Spoken Word Poem)
They speak to me, constantly. Whispering first, like spider legs brushing against the back of my neck. Then louder, sharper, jagged syllables that bite and tear— Until their screams drown…
Farther Away; A spoken word for my daughters
Once, I held your hands in mine.Three tiny hands, soft and trusting.You looked at me like I was unshakable,A mountain you could climb,A shelter that would never fall. But I…