Faith

Faith

Through faith we sense, feel, and experience

A kind of tranquility and amity

Illumination and affirmation

That can only spark goodness

In the hearts and souls of each one of us

That can only inspire

The best things to occur

For it can only encourage, motivate

And bring confidence and certainty to any mind

Through faith, only the most valuable

And beautiful things will be found

Before we are finally struck

By the wonder of eternal light

A Blanket

A blanket, warm, cuddly, soft

Shared with a loved one

Becomes twice its original worth

Smile

A simple smile on a sweet face

Flashed to a depressed soul

An unexpected, drastic effect

Laughter

Laughter 
Shared with anyone
Friends, family, and strangers alike

As well as the best medicine

The dearest, most valuable pleasure

Holding On

I keep wanting to hold on to childhood. To my parent's strong embraces, protection, and love. I want to stay in my home forever. But I know that's impossible. I never want to leave home. To make my own life. To attend college. Work harder than I've ever worked before. But it's all closing in on me like a trap. Whether I like it or not, I'm growing up. Way, way, way faster than I ever want to. It's way too hard to let go of. There are moments, admittedly, when I actually want to and it's easy to grasp the idea of, but most of the time the thought of leaving home depresses me. I'm fifteen. I just have three years. I guess the best thing to do is just live in the moment, be present for right now, and enjoy every last little moment and thing I can before that time finally comes. 

I still have three years, after all. And I can't, shouldn't, spoil these precious moments, times, before they're gone. I'm fifteen. It's a beautiful age. I'm going to make it one for me. I'm not gonna let it get the best of me. Even when sisters have to leave for college. Oh Lord, I don't want her to go. I really don't. I know she has to, but I don't want her to. I love her ever so much. I will miss our intimate conversations and heart-to-heart, one-one-one, just-us talks unbearably. But I will bear it for her and for You.

Inside the Head of An Introvert

A favorite book and a good snack

Enjoyed in fine weather or in rain

An introvert’s favorite thing

Birds Squawking

Birds squawking and chirping on a summer’s eve

A sound ordinary to most

An extraordinary one to the romantic