The poem I wish I had when my arms were empty and my womb felt hollow. . .
The physical pain of infertility can be just as sharp as the emotional suffering. But somewhere along the way, I realized I could nurture life without children. I could live life as though it had already begun (because it had). I was already settled into purpose and value, full of life.
I am ready for you to read Hope Gives a Eulogy (!!) because there will be poems that will just embolden you to GO FOR LIFE as it is. Pain in stride. Empty arms or not.
I am a Storytelling Poet. . .bringing you personal pieces, cautionary tales, raw life, and hope. Every week, I write + share poems about the stories we have all lived. I am also a Gardener + Wife, Mom, & Happy About It All. Founder of Birthday Observation Day. Biggest celebrator of life. Goats & chickens 4EVER (obviously). So, hello & welcome to the blog. And the garden. And the podcast. And the uncomplicated poetry that brings us all together -S.V.F.
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