Yesterday was the first time since May 14, 2021 that I posted a poem on my instagram feed and on the blog. And I am proud of myself! As we head into a summer of poetry (and my podcast where I’ll share BTS of my poems), I’m hoping to infuse humor, lightheartedness, and a real sense of freedom to enjoy what is working well in our lives.
Of course, I don’t believe in ignoring pain and you’ve read enough of my poetry to know that(!!), but I’m also exhuasted by the doomsday approach oversaturated in poetry. Maybe you are, too? I don’t know, but I think we need to laugh a little more. Notice the good things right in front of us. Let the happy things be happy. Be silly.
So, here’s to a summer of honing my craft, reminding you of the lighter stuff, making you smile and laugh, and giveing words to the good(!!) stories you’re living. I hope you fall in love with this humorous + lighter aproach to poetry.
I post the first of the summer poems on my blog tomorrow, but (inside scoop), I already posted it on my instagram, @sierravfpoetry!
It’s #NationalInfertilityAwarenessWeek and you know what?
There needs to be more poems about how rich a family is with no children.
More poems that end as sad as infertility feels.
More poems giving beautiful wings to our altered timelines and this abrupt grief lasting years.
More poems about complete healing that have nothing to do with pregnancy and birth.
More poems about the moments of intense suffering that turn to a resolve and resilience as we create something lovely, vibrant, and strong for ourselves & for our family, in love, choosing life.
I hope the poems I share this week from Hope Gives a Eulogy voice the unseen story so many women are living this week and countless weeks before & after now.❤ For National Infertility Awareness Week, I’m bringing poems to the table. There aren’t enough. See my stories for things I want you to know as we head into #niaw2021.
I am passionate about helping people relate to their pain in a way that heals. This means framing the sharp edges of heartache with beauty and light. It is important to be brutally honest both about pain and about hope. The more I write, the more I understand that we all want to see our pain on paper, because we all want to be seen. But we also want to see it gently and we want to be reminded of hope, joy, and healing. So, I’ve written a small poetry collection (which I’ll add to over time) all about spring.
Here’s the truth: I love springtime, but sometimes spring comes before your heart is ready for it. Sometimes you stare at the pretty buttercups, but feel so worn out. It’s so beautiful outside, but the inside of you just aches. Sometimes, you feel like winter when everything else blooms. Sometimes, you can’t stand life but it’s standing tall everywhere around you. So, these poems are for you whenever you find yourself in the sometimes.