March 2015
This poem is about the whole journey of my life throughout the past months, from the hospital to Ireland to Taylor University. I’ve based it on one of my favorite Bible verses, Romans 8:38-39. Broken glass. Shattered dreams. Dying candles flicker in the cold dark. White sheets. Metal rails. Constant noise that drowns out hope....

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