If I had the chance to choose again, I’d lift my chin up higher. I’d face the fear with much less shame, Admit my hearts desire. I’d side-eye all the voices, Instead of lock my gaze With those who fed me stories About my future days. I’d laugh at all the stupid things They said…
Gearing up for Holy week, which is right around the corner, I want to share with you this understanding I received during a contemplation of the sorrowful mysteries: Agony in the Garden I see when I close my eyes and pray the sorrowful mysteries, my Lord in the garden. His hands are covered in the…
Everything has a beginning. Birds. Plants. People. Pain. Sometimes I go to the cemetery. Walk down the path and find where the babies are buried. They didn’t have much time on this earth, The ones who said goodbye just right after birth. I Read the dates etched in stone, Still and alone. The dates proof…
The following poem, titled “To Emerge” was written at a turning point in my recovery. I began to hand my
April is National Poetry Month, and to celebrate I am posting several never before published poems that I wrote during times of deep sadness, desolation and sorrow. You can read the first and second poems here. When I was experiencing deep suffering after my abortion, I reflected on the moment I consumed the abortion pill….
The following poem was written after carving pumpkins with my 4 living children. In a moment of deep sorrow, I realized that I had an extra pumpkin, and my lost child was missing, and would never carve a jack-o-lantern with his mommy.
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