Author: Elise Hird

Perfect love. It is a gift to both the offerer and the receiver. Pure, selfless acts of heart and mind elevate and rejuvenate our understanding and instinct. Endowed by our Creator with an infinite capacity, we are enriched with greater love as it is given. It is replenishing. Overflowing. And the fountain does not stop…

I am trapped, unable to move. An immeasurable weight is pushing me, pulling, my mind ready to explode. It’s bigger than me and I’m not sure where it came from. Did I put it there? Or, has this been forced on me like an olive press, squeezing every last drop of oil from my flesh?…

Gone. The only signs of life are scavengers and the remnants of human existence left behind. Where is the laughter, the smiles, and the tears? Have we reverted so far inside ourselves? Where is the care, the succor, the decency? Can we not see the suffering, hear the cries, or feel the shame? Have we…

What the…?! Out of the way!! I can’t believe you did that! Not again… If these people would just leave me alone. ARGH!!!!! Don’t even think about looking at me! Oh no! That did NOT just happen. Never mind. It’s not you. It’s me. I just… can’t… No, really. I’m fine. I’ll figure it out…forget…

Spotlight’s on. Here I am. Am I ready for this? Do I want to be seen? With no shelter in sight, I venture onto the stage. The heat of the lights, harsh on my face and in my eyes, prevents me from seeing what’s in front of me. Temporarily blinded, I bare my soul. I…

There is no better place to rest. My weary heart calls to this place of comfort. It is a refuge from the world, which has beaten me down, and a shelter to my soul. Curled up here, I will wait until I am ready to face the onslaught again. Buoyed up by it’s protective embrace,…

I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes. So, I guess, maybe instead, I’ll walk softly on mine.

Play, run, spin in the wind, dance in the waves, and let your spirit soar. Everyone is watching. We often try to hide, or pretend to be something we’re not. We adapt to our surroundings, the people in them, and what we believe they want us to be. We lose ourselves in someone else’s idealistic…

Alone. Again. Please God, I can not take this loneliness. I hope no one sees me. They wouldn’t want to anyway. I close my eyes. If I can’t see them, then they can’t see me. Why doesn’t anyone actually see me? Turned away at every corner, I revert into myself and scream with my mouth…

Something is holding me back. I don’t know what. I look ahead and see my goal. I see everything that I’ve been working towards. I’ve no idea of how many steps it will take to get there, but I see and just stare, unmoving. Why?! Could it be fear? Fear of not succeeding? Fear of…