She is Life and She is Death

  She is a visionary in her dreams, blind in her waking. She is an innocent criminal and a sinful saint. She fights for her life to move closer to death And succumbs to her dying so she can continue living. She is a contradicted emotion wrapped in verified numb feeling. She stares up to … Continue reading She is Life and She is Death

Stronger Together

You sit alone. There is no sound to hear, no voice to speak of. You look for another to comfort, to care. Nobody steps into your lonely vision. But wait, there, in the distance There are others moving towards you, Stretching out their hands, Opening their arms to hold you. There is a community of … Continue reading Stronger Together

Five Minutes {Women for One}

In the dense captivity of silent shame there were no words, no feelings, no light to live within. Only repression, fear, and secrets of the dark existed. A life spent fighting demons that screamed to be heard, to be felt; running from their shadows to a place where death looks more like freedom. Until this … Continue reading Five Minutes {Women for One}

Let Breath Be Your Prayer

Let breath be your prayer, your every question unanswered, every answer unheard, each thanksgiving, each praise, all blighted repentance, all holy forgive. Let breath be your maker, the giver of life, the source of growth, your renewal, your transformation, your creator. Let breath be your connection, your oneness with the earth, your communication with the … Continue reading Let Breath Be Your Prayer

Begin Here: Let the Moment Carry You ~ Elephant Journal

Begin here, with whatever you are feeling. Begin with the doubt in your feet or the hope in your hands. It is a light wave to hello and a short step to forever, Quicker than a solitary breath into belonging. Make it deep, because you will want to remember this moment. Let it create an … Continue reading Begin Here: Let the Moment Carry You ~ Elephant Journal

Let Me Hold You, Whole {Elephant Journal}

Draw me pictures of the pieces you watched leaving in the small hours of morning, the pieces that burned through the landscape of your life as you desperately tried to let go and move on and let it be. Let it be. Let it be as real and as raw as you feel it now. Show me you, all of you.

The Forest of Our Tomorrow {Meraki}

Meraki.(n.) The soul, creativity, or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work. words The Forest of Our Tomorrow I walk through the forest of our tomorrow, the light glistens in the distance, almost fading as the sun sets on yesterday. It feeds me as I embody all grief … Continue reading The Forest of Our Tomorrow {Meraki}

An Open Letter to My Rapist {Women for One}

What memory do you carry? Did you block it out? Do you see my face as you sleep? Are my wrists locked in your grip when you’re in the dark? Do you remember crushing me, worn out from your attack? Do you think about me every single day? Do you know of the horror, trauma, pain, actual physical pain I feel? Do you feel the shame?

oh darling, i see all of you

Oh darling, do you think I do not see? Do you think I do not see your hand quivering as you raise it to your mouth to stop the deafening sound from escaping?  Do you think I do not see your legs give way to the weight of your secrets and the strength of your … Continue reading oh darling, i see all of you

Slumberland {a poem}

Grant me the gift of space to sleep, softly, To sink into the sweet sounds of Slumberland; Lying within the lilting lullaby, Hearing hope replace horror. Give me time to be calmly cradled into morning With real, renewed strength to stand, tall To face the fire of the ferocious sun, Who highlights the heartaches of … Continue reading Slumberland {a poem}