Poetry

Here’s Your Story. Step inside.

For so long I walked OUTSIDE my story, not willing to face the abuse, the secrets, and the deep sadness I held since I was a child. It was miserable. I was miserable. I would constantly present only the best parts of myself to people I met so that I could be loved. I would… 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

To the Lonely at Christmas.

To the lonely at Christmas I see you and I know. I know what it’s like to get together for the first time and have to set the table for one less then you did the year before because cancer came and left you an empty chair I know what it’s like to feel the… 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

Emerson.

Emerson My rainbow child My love forever. You are the one that I spoke to when you were on the inside And you listened Sweet tender hearted man you are Always listening for your mama’s voice, Always aware of her laughter and her pain. And on those days when she is sad, you lift her… read more

Today is a Good Day.

Today is a good day For coffee and reading poetry And taking a look at the grains Of wood And sand That make up the fiber Of my being And my time here on earth. Today is a good day For resting and pausing To reflect on all the things that become beautiful With time… read more

Ode to Birth. And the Life Thereafter.

I feel the light drawing me forward, pushing me gently toward the epitome of bliss that awaits my being when I meet eternity in that thing I have created, that soul I have nurtured. Veins pulse with excitement, the heart races and my body crashes  against the waves of doubt, of breathless fear and awestruck fury. Like the… read more