When all the world is lost in doubt and fear,Thy steady hand restores my heart to peace.Thy voice, a balm, makes broken pathways clear,And grants my weary soul its sweet release. Though tempests rage and darkened skies descend,Thy love remains, unshaken, ever true.Strength and grace no trial could hope to bend—My guiding star when IContinue reading “My Rock, My Love”
Category Archives: Creative Writing
Restless
I sleep but get no rest—my mind a tomb,Where echoed screams refuse to let me be.Dark thoughts like smoke infest the silent room,And chain my soul to what it cannot see. A thousand voices claw inside my head,Constantly reminding hope is folly.They lead down darkened paths where light has fled,To crown me with thorns ofContinue reading “Restless”
Drowning Time
The weight of tasks doth press upon my chest,Like waves that rise and drag me ‘neath the deep.I fight, I gasp, yet never find my rest,For time runs on, and I am left to weep. My labors stack like stones upon my back,Each duty more than weary hands can bear.I chase the sun but fallContinue reading “Drowning Time”
Weary Mind
My weary mind doth cry for peace at last,Yet restless winds still howl within my head.The weight of thought grips tighter, holding fast,And steals the quiet meant for sleep instead. The days press on, unyielding in their pace,No breath to steal, no moment left my own.Each task doth carve its mark upon my face,Yet noneContinue reading “Weary Mind”
Dark Reflection
It was supposed to be a peaceful getaway, a break from the demands of daily life. My husband and I had decided to spend a few days camping around the Great Lakes, seeking solace in nature. Our trip had gone smoothly until that night, when a sudden bout of illness struck me, threatening to ruinContinue reading “Dark Reflection”
Shadow in the Corner
They say the mind plays tricks in the dark. It shows you things that aren’t really there, makes you hear sounds that don’t exist, makes shadows shift in ways that are impossible. I used to believe that. I used to think that what I saw during those nights of terror were just figments of myContinue reading “Shadow in the Corner”
Unraveling
I don’t know when it all began. Perhaps it was the creaking floors or the shadows that seemed to move when I wasn’t looking. Maybe it was the quiet, insidious dread that gnawed at the edges of my mind, like a rat gnawing at a rope. But whatever the cause, by the time I realizedContinue reading “Unraveling”
Stranger
Every night, I hear pacing in the hallway, but I live alone. When I finally worked up the courage to check, I found worn footprints on the carpet—an exact match to my own.
The Threshold
I can’t recall the precise moment when I stopped trusting my own mind. It might have been weeks ago, or perhaps months; time has become a blurry, indistinct concept. My days bleed into nights, my nights into days, with only the vaguest of transitions between. Lately, I’ve been finding it difficult to tell where myContinue reading “The Threshold”
Outpost Epsilon
I never believed in ghosts. Not really. Even as a kid, when my friends would spin tales of haunted houses or cursed woods, I’d just laugh it off. Maybe it’s because I’ve always been more practical, more grounded. I mean, what good is believing in something you can’t see, can’t touch? The military only reinforcedContinue reading “Outpost Epsilon”
Hayden Coombs 