By Morgan Harper Nichols The sun is still rising,the wind is still blowing,and out here in the wild,you are growing. And there might be dayswhere you might struggle to feel it’s true,and you might struggle to trustthat here in the wilderness,there is more ahead of you, But I promise you:as sure as the groundis beneath your feetand as sure as the morning airholds space for you to breathe:you are still…
Poetry and Essays
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There is this Dark Place Where I Go
There is this dark place where I gowhen feeling overwhelmedWhen life is too much to go onMy light all but dispelled I take myself up to my roomAnd lie down on my bedSurrounding pillows cuddle meMy thoughts are all in dread I close my eyes…