http://slow.writerscafe.org/Troy The original writings of author Troy Dean en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986550 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Every time I think of you I’m reminded to say goodbye againI surrender my heart to break once moreKnowing ever more loving will it remendI will think of you tomorrow again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2843427/ I watch curiously within As my fear becomes angerAs my anger becomes sufferingAs my suffering becomes learningAs my learning becomes wisdomAs my wisdom becomes freedomI pauseI noticeThank you fear, for your gift http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2832698/ I wish when you looked in the mirror you saw what I seeYou see all that you’re not or could beThen I’ll try harder to be a better mirror A kinder mirrorA gentler mirrorSo you may know that you are… what I see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2832696/ When all is lost, When surrender is the only choiceA man may choose to search, or not, for the truth of god within himBut what is a man to do When it is God that comes searching, holding the truth of himNot held with blame but as something he must learn That for to forgive himself, is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2831377/ a transformation of a question directed inwardly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2831376/ You are the restless tattoo of my sorrowInked deeper than my skin, deeper than my boneYour brilliance shines through to my most hidden, my most protected depthsThoughts, emotions... these are no match for youThey are consumed, obliterated in your wakeYour caress deafens me, shakes my existenceHold m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2831217/ My eyes ache from seeingSound wounds meAll matter is overwhelmingI cannot copePlease stop everything, for just a momentGrace me with empty blacknessSilence beyond silenceThe peace inside my beingFrom where I witness my suffering, the beauty of itTake me to the shore and burn my bodyBut let my heart .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2831215/ The flames of hell do not burn me for their own pleasureThey burn to reveal the truth of me Behind my minds lies Behind my defencesThese flames do not burn me, they cleanse meTheir pain is my shameThey blister my guiltI have run from these flames too longI have hidden from them in my own s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2831214/ My heart speaks truth without wordsTo mind from hand To pen.A small poem blossoms in a forest of tall tales Stories my mind has told me.It's petals bring light to their shadowsThank you dear heartThank you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2830990/ How come I always end up, back on square one?And how come square one, whilst always familiar, is never quite the same as it was before?Is it the same square one or a different one I’ve landed on?… maybe there’s more than one of them out thereA life boobytrapped with thousands of i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2830989/ When she diedI thought I’d lost herI hadn’tI’d lost myselfShattered in the blastAnd I’m still searchingOccasionally I’ll find a broken piece of meSome of them are not so prettyThey’re shamed deep with my failuresStained with regretI do my best to wash them Be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2830987/ I used to follow my mindUntil I discovered it had no clue Where to find itOr what to do, if it didMy heart holds this riddleI take his handOur travels are now withinWithin meHe knows where to find itHe knows where to searchWhat I must doOur path is inward I follow blindlySlowly at first wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2830986/ contemplative proverb http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2830985/ If I view the world with sadness, the weight I carry prevents me from flightIf I view the world with cynicism, my opinions and judgements form the bars of my cageIf I view the world with anger or hatred, I know that fear has become my shadowIf I view myself with unconditional love, if I can allow my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2830984/ In an unassuming corner of abundantly lush garden on a warm late Thursday afternoon a little plant produced a beautiful flower, spectacular in its colour and fragrance. The plant had invested all of his effort and strength in to producing such a glorious flower over the summer. It brought him so muc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Troy/2830983/