The pain is worse than yesterday. I can barely turn my head without excruciating pain yelling at the top of its voice when I turn
Lamentation 3.19-24 – I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.
From a distant memory… I sit behind a magnifying glass Staring into an endless sea of haunted faces Puzzled by the confused look of agonising
Some days I feel like I am trespassing an invisible wall. Or I am that invisible wall that no-one can see. It is either like
Today is Good Friday. It is cold. Rainy. Wet. Damp. Often times the weather can dampen our feelings along with the dampness of winter cold.
The trees are tired of winter The trees are screaming green please I am tired of winter Winter can go hide, spring can come Winter