Exploring the inner turmoil of being.

A force to be reckoned with recounts its endless cycle.

It hurts to stop hurting.

Love is sweetest when it is safe.

Reminiscing, pondering, feeling.

Appearances are cheap when the emotions don't run as deep.

Reflections on children -- bearing, being and letting be.

She entered a white world she wasn't ready to face.

A poem about laying eyes on them for the first time.

There is a darkness that can eat you up at any time.

A critique of Autism Speaks.

Is there more out there? I want to know.

A bittersweet poem from the author to his childhood best friend.

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By Peniel Gifted

A testament to generational adaptation, devastating relationships, continental crossings

We are all under construction

Why am I afraid of nature?

By Rebekah Orth

An icy symbol of hope.