Author: Bonica Brown

Entangled in this world. My thorns are sharp. I’m brittle and a little broken. I’ve been cooped up in the cold, dark winter. I look dead. I feel it, too. It’s been a long and lonely time since the sun last shone. I’m just a wild rose, wrapping around, trying to find my place. Afraid… Read more

Hopeless, Broken PeopleJust trying to get by,Praying for a breakthrough,In the stormy seas of life.We’re holding on so tightly,While longing for the shore.Lost in an endless sea,Desperate for more. We’re screaming, drowning people,Just trying to surviveIn this world of pain and hurt,Of birth and death and life.The endless, spinning cyclesOf sweat and blood and chore—We… Read more