I Find Myself Clutching onto a Ladder of Hope.
Yet, pushing upward and onward, I find myself choking on the thinning air where the heat rises. More breaths are taken from me than I can seem to find.
Browsing Tag:
Erica Bauman
An Ode to This Thing Called Love.
This is how I see you... this thing too grand for a finite being to hold -- a thing that could turn on me and ruin me if I were to underestimate it.
I Need to Remember That I Know You Well.
I didn’t remember giving you that much room, that much permission, that much power, that much of me. I learned your name was Depression.
Reality Check: Still Thirsty, but It Is No Longer a Flaw That Mocks Me.
We have the ability to light a torch for others should they find themselves someday wandering as we were -- tired, thirsty, disillusioned.
The Relief in Admitting Our Truth to Ourselves.
The sharpest tool to combat fear is truth. Even amid impenetrable darkness, the spark of confession can ignite the torch we clutch with blistered hands.
Hold Your Own Flame and Ignite the Passions of Others.
While you learn to excavate within and subjugate without, you are writing your own spells to manifest a magic that changes the world.
The Fall Over My Edge Calls to Me, Yet Frightens Me.
I tend to live not on the edge, which would sound so much more enticing, but in the heat of my own want. There I am choked by desire and summoned by guilt.