October 2018 – D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly

The Call to Greatness

If God has called you to be the head, It’s not something you do; It’s someone you must be. It cannot be something you think about It must come naturally, Like a smile when you’re happy Or a frown when you’re not; Involuntary like your eyes blinking Or the beating of your heart. The […]

In My Head

Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death

The journey to your mountaintop is an arduous one and you will face many challenges. At some point you will sojourn through the valley of the shadow of death. It is here the ground is so unleveled you waver and doubt your every step. Everything in your life seems to be falling apart and you’ve […]

Short stories/Poetry

Inheritance

Behold, what I have I give unto you Not because you were always good Not because you were always right And not because you worked so hard. What I have I impart unto you Because even before you were born, I loved you. And despite your worst mistakes I believed in you. What I have […]

In My Head

Find the Message in a Story

To whom do you lend your ear? Two people can witness the same events, walk away from them with totally different accounts and both are factual. One of them tells the story and stirs up outrage, the other sympathy and compassion. What makes the stories different is the intentions or the message of the storyteller. […]

Short stories/Poetry

Tears in the Rain

Whenever the clouds labor and birth its rain, I see pieces of your broken heart splattering my windowpane. Your cries are silent yet I hear your pain And knowing I caused it is driving me insane. Your tears like chandeliers hang in my brain. Pretending like I didn’t care was both foolish and inhumane, But […]

In My Heart

Destiny Appointment

While pursuing a dream, you encounter defining moments; moments that change everything. You never know when, but when they happen, you discover what you’re made of. If you truly believe and are sold out to your dream, the tiger in you will surface. And if there is any doubt or fear, the chicken will reveal […]

Short stories/Poetry

Willow Tree

under the willow tree where I was dumb enough to believe you loved me, the blood of my innocence seeped into the ground watering the roots of that tree. I hope it doesn’t destroy the willow the way you destroyed me. © D.L. Lunsford

Short stories/Poetry

So Says the Wall

Holding it all in and carrying it all on top. Dirty hands, sweat, anger. I see it all but I tell nothing. No one thinks to ask what I see. If you look closely you see the small prints of a child who was playing in the […]