poetry
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My Body is Compassion
I’ve named my body Compassion Without her I would not feel She is the language of my sorrows Yes Speaking in tears telling me I need touch and comfort or shelter and rest And she speaks in joy my step bounces my heart sings Without her I would feel nothing Not the wind calming not… Continue reading
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Nature, my Friend
If you take the time to make nature your friend you will never feel yourself alone and you will always find home The very flowers will say hello The trees will clap for you and every bird and insect every creature will welcome you saying We are living too and we’re connected to you Continue reading
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Her Body
For a woman her body is ever changing Whether she bears children or not She cannot escape the chemistry inside her For so long I’ve been taught the way my body looks is important to others It will win me love or rejection So the changes that come to my body became intertwined with my… Continue reading
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The Younger Me
I did not know I would find you way down beneath these layers Layers of lies and pain fears and memories but as I felt these as I revisited and acknowledged them I started seeing you peek through I saw you in the mirror the younger me asking to be loved asking to feel safe… Continue reading
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Spiderwebs
I stop to look at spiderwebs these glorious creations ignored often but worked hard upon and beautiful detailed We admire artwork we covet homes Why not stop and admire these homes which are works of art and tell the spider good job Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 