Just Have Hope

  Simplicity  And there she stood. Fenced in. Standing upon green grass, full of little flowers. The sun setting in the distance. Her mind whirled. Questions and thoughts filled her mind. Emotions spiraling and spiraling. Endless thinking and thinking. But then she stopped. She looked at the beauty around her. Felt the wind on her skin. Watched the sun. Ran across the grass. Picked up flowers and sticks. And she forgot about everything else. Why couldn’t this just be her world? Riding a swing towards the sky. Racing across the field under the warmth of the sun. Picking up the stones and sticks of the earth. As much as the fence reminded her of this little world…  It told her that so much more existed out of it. That life continues. It’s complicated. And it never ends. And so as she left the fence. The field with the flowers. The tree and the swing. And the little boy who took joy in the smallest things. She vowed to remember it. So that when life was too much… When it got...

If you were to walk the halls of any high school you would be surprised. The amount of foul things said is mind-boggling. And very depressing. Most teenagers speak the same five words when it comes to talking amongst their peers and it wouldn't shock me if they spoke that way in other places as well.  The world is losing its language. People abbreviate and abbreviate and abbreviate. Kids no longer know how to write. Here are some examples of texting shortcuts. Let's see how many you know. LOL- Laugh out Loud IKR- I Know Right TBH- To Be Honest TTYL- Talk to you later IDK-I Don't Know TY-Thank You SMH-Shake My Head NVM-Never Mind K-Okay Get my point? (And for the record I only use about three of those on the list. I type out most of my words when texting.) Anyway, the world is losing its language. People are choosing to shorten things, less face-to-face action is occurring, and the effect: words are losing their meaning and value. People have less vocabulary than they used t...

  Realizing A small tree grows towards the sun. Barely a foot large, its life has just begun.  It takes in the sun, the air, the soil.  And it grows, tall, strong, and determined. It grows until it can’t. The older trees have seemed to block its way. And it feels trapped. Every day becomes a struggle. Light has been blocked. The rainwater taken by others. The tree can no longer grow. She doesn’t grow but she stays the same. Just enough rain, just enough sun, just enough soil to stay alive. To make it by. But not enough to grow. And before she even knew that this would happen. It did. And now it’s too late. Only one thing can free the tree. She needs help, but she must allow it. To free herself from her feelings, her struggles, and her past. And then the woodcutter arrives. Dressed in black. And how long she has waited for this day. But he doesn’t help her.  He trims the trees far across the field. And she feels paralyzed. Her only comfort is her owner. A man dressed ...