I still pray God give me strength Give me wisdom Give me patience But I never Not once left it at that Because he gave me life A thinking brain A versatile will A moveable body He provided the nails And made me the hammer I’ve always believed That together we’d build A whole life…
It’s a bit unsettling Knowing she’s still A part of me I know how strong And fierce she is Like a glowing ember She is fully awake Just waiting to burn This house I’ve built To protect myself From her brutality *I’d be foolish to believe I’ve beaten depression. She will always be waiting for…
His world shaped itself around me His shoulders Strengthened me His embrace Held my peace His gaze Held my wonder And his lips Whispered My history to bed And sung My future into being His world shaped itself Beautifully into mine.
The snow Dropped quietly Covering Everything Beautiful Majestic But… Someday She whispered Soft and quiet Like the snow Someday The cold will melt The wet will dry And my breath Will float away Without freezing Again… Someday It’s so hard being a mom. Or at least a mom who cares. My girl is nearly 15…
It’s known that hurting people hurt other people. Intentionally and unintentionally. Your traumas will always be a part of you but you get to decide how you carry them. Do you learn from them? Do you let them change you into a better more loving, compassionate, and giving person? Or do you carry them in…
It was an early December morning and I was hungover. I had far too much to drink the night before for someone who hardly ever drank. I remember walking outside to cool off and sitting in the snow. It seemed a perfectly reasonable thing to do. Little did I know the next morning was going…
Poetry taught me to listen to my own tears. Decipher why I felt what I felt. It helped me hold onto myself during my darkest fights with depression. If you could write a love letter to poetry what would it say? Feel free to write one and leave a link to it in my comment…
