Bruce Morse Writing

The day we brought you home There was a storm. The sky grew black as night, thunder shook, Like pages in a ghostly horror book. You and your mothe..

I found that the birth of my first child helped me make peace with the past.

I built a fortress to hide from the world. I built a prison to lock up my heart and soul. But life has a way of tearing down walls. Institutionaliz..