The Moya View

Tag: hopelessness

  • Salvage


    What keeps me holding onto my old self, preventing me from casting it into past swells?   Something detested, adored, hymned too, haunted, cancer ridden, inflamed, grieving   and torn- yet beloved, pulled forward into an ocean of tomorrow and tomorrow’s   swimming to hope or drowning in hopelessness, never knowing where my forgiveness exists…