Dedicated to Bill and Stacy "I trust the next chapter because I know the author" Wow, right!? This message has been sitting on my heart since I unwrapped it recently. A Christmas gift from my in-laws, one they probably consider as late. I, however, believe that it was received right on time. See, I've been sitting on a blank page and had been asking myself what exactly I thought was to happen next. I mean, it seems I have been blindly "trusting the process" thus far; and j

I'm struggling with the words. My mouth is dry and I can't slow down the thoughts long enough to concentrate. Time and mistakes can't be erased. Choices can't be undone or reversed. Does anyone really know what they are capable of until it is time to decide which one is going to hurt worse? Will it be the truth or the lie that was told? So, if the truth be told, just how far would you go? Would you take the risk or shift the blame? You say you would take the bullet, but woul

Every song a different scene from a lifetime of who I used to be. The party girl who never said no or was never afraid to walk away. My private thoughts lost around the girl who used to be me. The girl who knew what she wanted and got things done, where did she go? Remember the diva who could catch your eye from across the room? The girl who made you smile every day and made you want to rush home. Today, it is the you and I of yesterday that plays on in my mind. Every note

A prisoner of my own mind. I can't concentrate or type a single damn word in self-defense. Punished for a crime I was blindly accused by another choice no one else could see. What would they say if they knew the other choice would have been the death of me? I do not fear a jury of my peers or care what the prosecution thinks they have as proof. Dare I say a prayer of contrition for the sins I keep close to my chest or just let my soul fall straight into the flames of hell fo