Creative Writing, Ishaisms, Reflections


I woke up to a terrible storm ravaging my world… An overpowering wind threatened entrance by force as the floor length windows shuddered. The curtains had succumbed to the call of the wind yet remained sucked and concaved into the glass panes, flapping fitfully at the separation. A bleak, gloomy day – pale yellow, as… Continue reading SINGING IN THE RAIN



I've given more fruits than I could, and now my branches stoop, with the weight of loss. I thought I could heal by giving, and more giving, and when the new seeds did sprout, regain what I'd lost. But I'm tired. I'm so tired... I'm tired of this purpose Lord. Maybe the saviour too needs… Continue reading Empath