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…
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.
April is National Poetry Month. Did you know that psychologists and researchers have found a connection between reading or writing poetry and emotional healing? Poetry is an opportunity for people to self-reflect, grow, and connect with their innermost feelings, fears, sorrows and other deep emotions. Poetry also connects people to those who have similar experiences….
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