If I’ve a compass and a map how can I be lost………..

This poem is based off my experiences as a blind person traveling with my white cane.

Poem.

An emotional evening sparks an emotional thought.

Written after Grandpa’s death. A teen trying to figure out the meaning of life.

A short story partial that I have been working on.

We have choices in life that can help or hurt us. It behooves us to adhere to established morals that can safely guide us through life. Bear in mind that a weakness or failure is not the yardstick by which we measure the quality of life.
Intellectuals may not necessarily have good morals, nor those of average or below average intellect have bad morals. It is strictly a question of character.

God chose you to follow in Christ’s footsteps…

At a time, I had one close friend who loved to write as much as myself. So we challenge ourself to write poetry from one of two words taking from our own poem. Let me explain.!

Just a short poem.