The Walking Dead by NiaCara Lawrence

Alive but not living, Breathing but suffocating, Looking but not seeing, Smelling but not inhaling, Touching but not feeling, Hearing but not listening, The condition of my soul. Looking for love in temporary sources, Equating real love with false scenarios and people, Dying to hold on to time to only substitute the numbness that IContinue reading "The Walking Dead by NiaCara Lawrence"

Grace for the Broken

 The heart of the broken, Christ came to mend. I don’t want to be known just as a servant; I'd rather be a friend. When the enemy came against me like the rushing water, I looked around and saw grace standing at the border. Who can this be? Who has recognized me? I am theContinue reading "Grace for the Broken"

You Can

When my children were small, they were not allowed to say the word can't. Each time they would try, I'd say, "can't" is not a word". Over the years, I hardly recall them saying the word in reference to themselves much. I wanted them to get it down in the their spirits. I wanted toContinue reading "You Can"

Crazy Love

When we think of love, we often think of the cute, romantic version. We envision hugs, kisses, flowers, hearts, and kind words. The truth is love isn't always dainty and cute. Real love is not void of adversity; it is often fortified as a result of it. However, we know that there is no suchContinue reading "Crazy Love"

Forecast Rain

From the “Peace of Pain” Poetry Collection Rain, rain go away, my heart ❤️ has been heavy, & needs a break. The weight of my worries. The strain of my stress, The agony of assumptions. The price of this distress. Are all so unbearable... All I can say... Is how long have I been livingContinue reading "Forecast Rain"

Letting Go

Since childhood, I've always felt a burden for others. As a result, I'd often find myself carrying the weight of the others on my shoulders. It was a really hard habit to break. I'd reached a point of decision. Would I continue to sacrifice my own well-being or let go? At the time, I wasContinue reading "Letting Go"

Bleed No More: A Painting by Dawn Waters Baker

After my father’s death in August of 2018, I had the opportunity to return to Gettysburg National Military Park to finish off my residency. It turned out that I would be there in late October and early November. Usually, around this time in Pennsylvania, the leaves have already turned and fallen but the trees wereContinue reading "Bleed No More: A Painting by Dawn Waters Baker"