Mother’s Sonnet
The womb and heart overflowing with loveSome mothers’ role began with one small spark:Deciding to welcome home the new dove,And now begin her most selfless embark. The womb empty, but the heart overflowsWith longing, love—feeling liens du choixFor with no child, it was this they still chose:To give age, ear,…
For the Dead
Working and waiting,Leaves falling and I’m alone:Bury him—go home.
Belonging to a Team
There’s nothing like belonging to a team;Losers, Weepers, “Hopeless” Dreams—There’s nothing like belonging to a team If I lose and I’m alone,I become vulnerable and prone.If I lose with someone else,I love the one who knows how I felt.If I weep and I’m alone,My tears soak past my skin to…
The Necessity of Air
It’s been a chaotic week. We still don’t have a car, but we do have midterms. Oh, and essays and homework and work and school. The busy life is a relatable life. So, here is a unique post of a prose (or, poem, if you will) I wrote. Enjoy. Breathing…
women, remember who you are
You are a beautiful daughter of God. Remember this. Remember who you are and what you deserve. You deserve to be treated like this. You deserve to be treated like a daughter of God. And when you desire to feel this, to have this treatment– It is not needy. It…
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