Poems

Baby Skin.

Sometimes I stare at his paper-thin skin and I wonder how in the world can I possibly protect him? How can I possibly preserve his innocence in this cruel and rigid world? It’s such a stark contrast to the toughness and furrowed brows of our society and yet when I think about it, we are… read more

Letting Go. (The other side)

The Promised Land always lies on the other side of a wilderness. ~Havelock Ellis I’ll be honest, I’ve been in a bit of a wilderness lately. This pregnancy held so much promise for me at the beginning and yet halfway through I found myself completely exhausted, feeling defeated and miserable. My body was tense with… read more

I Knew It Was You

You chose me when I had nothing left And my arms had come up empty from recent tragedies and futile attempts at making sense of our future and what had been taken My soul weighted from the loss of hope and the dream of having another chance, A child to love And yet I knew… read more

Surrender.

They say just surrender And yet that has been the hardest thing for me To release my grip On things that seem Like they were made For grasping and keeping And protecting With all my being Why is it so hard To relax my mind and body From clawing and clamoring and trying to control… read more

Hope.

“How would you like to live here?” He said, As we walked through that dumpy neighborhood Of run down trailers and dogs on chains And I thought for a second about what he was saying He wasn’t being judgy, he was just trying to cheer me up about my own life, and that’s when I… read more

Soft, Not Strong.

The older I get, the more I think it’s not about how strong we are but about how soft we become. The more I meet people the more I want to know what formed them what hurt them and what still hurts them, and how their soul is moved and affected and changed by the… read more

In Her Eyes.

She strokes my hair and looks at me like I am the best thing that’s ever happened to her. She reaches for my hand and leads me through my house Bouncing into the bedroom, She has me sit on the bed And then she brings me things, all the things from my closet, hats, scarves,… read more