Valiant Scribe
A literary hub giving voice to the voiceless by retelling the human experience

You call me your enemy, but you do not know me. my fears, mistakes, worries and woes strengths, courage, and resolve.

—it’s the pain of those unmet needs that exposes your claws and bares your teeth. Every fallen feather is a prayer—God, save this world.

I have danced to the crashing wave’s defiant beat With each step, I roar against the storm's wild retreat This is what it means to be me

Sometimes, magic requires distance; it tends to vanish as you get closer (or older). 

we are children of a God who has given us everything we know and want, but don’t understand and so, I am a muddled and confused human