Poem: That Much Closer to Me

  I have sought strength In the tear-filled lessons. Sometimes, I have allowed them Retrace their steps Across my skin And though some May see my weakness I have never - Given in. I have learned Life Is not all sunshine And sometimes, It must rain But I have Come to appreciate The knowledge That…

I walk this side of hunger, a poem

  I tend to walk this side of hunger - a constant, fervent push toward each last breath as though it may be my last. Each touch a moment held, in warmth, lingering in the conscious then the subconscious and later, spilling upon the page when the words are necessary. The scent of each moment…

That I May Touch, a poem

  I am not the silken kite strings romanced by the weight of a morning breeze tattered at the edges, but beautiful still they waver in the wind they bow, they dive, and dance and the weight of their sorrows are lifted. Higher, higher, higher in the sky they rise almost as if they can…

Finding the Courage to Shine, a poem

  Silent star, it is as if I understand your wistful conversation. I hear the yearning in the accented syllables of your speech, The verbs with which you shape your sentences in the trill of your r’s, in your redolent display much like a jewel in the darkened sky - you are a beacon leading…

International Women’s Day, Celebrate the Beauty that She is…

A little inspiration for all those beautiful women out there...

Her Voice is My Voice

  I am the soul of the wildflower dancing beneath the autumn sun I am the voice of the wind and the lean of the tree I am the song, unsung the melody of the rising sun the verse of gentle rain silently falling like tears on rooftops I am the rising chorus of a…

Always Beautiful, a poem

  She’s a beauty that trembles At the loss of light And sometimes This crazy world Has just lost its sight But the truth wants to whisper From morning till night, That beauty is - And always will be Beautiful, you see. She’s a dazzling diamond In a sea of dark coal She’s a perfumed…

Portraits Poetry Series #44: She Kept Sorrows Tucked Away

  She kept her sorrows Tucked away Tucked away Where no one else could see And she tried to fill her days Longing what she had lost But living and breathing Soaking in beauty Wherever they met And holding its memory close She kept her sorrows Tucked away Tucked away And some, they did not…

Names Will Never Hurt Me, A Poem

Nicknames Etched upon the skin Where words were thrown And held within Yet her heart wasn’t strong She fought and she thrashed And those words consumed her She flailed in their meaning And though, in truth They were just words She wore them in shame She hung her head And though – defeated She could…

I am the Gift I Give Myself

I am the gift I give myself each and every day for though my days are long and hard there’s so much I want to say. I am the voice I hear inside that wipes away my tears I am the voice that warms my heart and takes away my fears. For many have come…