Poetry
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When They Call You Pretty
It may sound a little crazy but it feels like there’s this idea floating around that beauty = ugly, or beauty = bad, or even, beauty = a vain woman. But I disagree. Beauty may be vain in that it doesn’t last and isn’t the end-all/be-all, but a beautiful woman is not automatically vain (or… Continue reading
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How Thoroughly God Gives Life!
In 2020, while a child grew in me, I returned to the thing I had loved to do as a child. Writing poetry. And I wrote the years down. Infertility. My silent screaming. God’s history of love to me. My grief. The garden. The starkness of the bathroom floor. The healing. The escape from the… Continue reading
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Even the Brightest Flower
what happens when you get thrown into nothing? spread out arms wide to no one? people move on, but not you. . . expanse of heartache, a cliff for a timeline, free fall of lost things, you by a thread. so, walk to the edge! but go down softly with hope, without breaking your bones.… Continue reading
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For Young Mothers
people say so many things. . .like you’re in a game you cannot win,like your life has all but ended.but maybe motherhood is a mosaic,a hard wrought, stained glass windowwhere tears and laughter collide,where wounds reopen in the workingand glisten if light filters through. I am cut, reshaped, pieced back. . .and I feel like… Continue reading
