It’s in the moments When our senses are deprived We finally figure out Just who we are inside Stripped of flesh Pretense and perception As small as we are large Freed from perfection Simply alive As we were always Meant to be


From the shadows of Past Future is born Clothed in hand-me-downs Many had already worn With strong shoulders Broader than the last Future marches on Carrying the weight of Past Until Past’s threadbare rags Grasp and cling no more Future shines bright Out of the shadows Evermore


It can be hard This life we’re living With each breath in With each breath out Releasing worry Fear and doubt Balancing On stumbling feet One step closer To our last heartbeat One step closer to Epiphany With each breath in With each breath out Life and all its intricate parts Truly is what we… Read More Epiphany