A quiet collection of reflections on healing, becoming, and return
The Poetry
My Hands
My hands can tell you stories Long before my mouth dares speak. Once plump with collagen and sweetness, Soft as Sunday morning lotion, Untouched by the weight of living,...
My Hands
My hands can tell you stories Long before my mouth dares speak. Once plump with collagen and sweetness, Soft as Sunday morning lotion, Untouched by the weight of living,...
While I’m Here
Everyone should know Exactly where they stand in my life. Not with long speeches or forced reunions, But with the truth that meets you eye-to-eye. Some of you all...
While I’m Here
Everyone should know Exactly where they stand in my life. Not with long speeches or forced reunions, But with the truth that meets you eye-to-eye. Some of you all...
Under Construction
I’m constantly under construction Yellow cones circling my spirit My mind rewiring itself in the quiet hours Rewriting what progress means When peace finally starts speaking my name Shoulder closed...
Under Construction
I’m constantly under construction Yellow cones circling my spirit My mind rewiring itself in the quiet hours Rewriting what progress means When peace finally starts speaking my name Shoulder closed...
When He Pulls Me In
I love the way my arms Wrap easy around his neck Like they were always meant To rest there Soft and certain. And when he pulls me closer All...
When He Pulls Me In
I love the way my arms Wrap easy around his neck Like they were always meant To rest there Soft and certain. And when he pulls me closer All...
The Season that Stings
Since 2010, The holidays sit heavy on my chest. People pack bags, book flights, Talk about going home. And I smile soft, Pretending that words don’t bruise me. Home....
The Season that Stings
Since 2010, The holidays sit heavy on my chest. People pack bags, book flights, Talk about going home. And I smile soft, Pretending that words don’t bruise me. Home....
Before the Sun Rises
Before the sun even thinks About kissing the sky I rise. The world is still dark A quiet chill sitting heavy in the air. And my alarm buzzes like...
Before the Sun Rises
Before the sun even thinks About kissing the sky I rise. The world is still dark A quiet chill sitting heavy in the air. And my alarm buzzes like...