She comes
Love
In waves
Slowly
Surely
Abiding
Share this:
- Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)
- Click to print (Opens in new window)
What could this title possibly have to do with male sexual abuse? Sounds like a female empowerment book, and there’s way too much of that already…. leaving us to suffer die and be treated like goddamn children our entire lives.
I want to believe in your work. I really do; but it doesn’t present itself as what it claims to be.
Thanks for your input, You miss the entire point of the poem. It is poem about my wife and the impact of a relation in terms of healing and moving towards wholeness.
I want to be clear on one thing, I do not need anyone to believe in my work. I would like them to be encouraged by my work, challenged by my work, inspired by my work or disgusted by my work, join arms and make it OUR work
I write, speak, run our foundation, rescue people from human trafficking all because I believe in what I am doing. Believe in me and what I am called to do is internal, not external.