Writing is my shelter. I don't hide behind the words; I use them to dig inside my heart to find the truth.
Write from your heart, and God will take care of the rest.
We never thought some guy would deliberately fill our hearts with brown sugar and then pour hot water all over it.
I been saying it for years: church is full of sneaky men posing as honest souls, and they are perpetuators our here looking for women just like you, with giant holes in your hearts, and they can smell when you got a good job and when you lonely as hell.
We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.