poetry
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Breath
My very breath teaches me how to let go I breathe in life The stress of the week The joys of relationships I take it all in Becoming part of me affecting my system but breathing teaches me to let it go I cannot hold my breath for long before I am in discomfort and Continue reading
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My Body is my Language
Dear body whatever we face I love you Whatever we feel we are worthy of all the things life gives to us I no longer want to be stunned and frozen at every sensation I label and maybe mislabel as dangeours or scary You are my language My language of experience You speak the words Continue reading
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Hunger
There was a time I knew that no one cared not enough to seek me out or listen not enough to….. That may be one of my greatest wounds even now I experience that not enough Not enough to ask me how I am Not enough to read my words Not enough to say hello Continue reading
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Stuck
I guess I feel “normal” a lot but some places I get stuck Like why am I single? Why do I feel unloved? Friendships hurt and I feel alone The biggest stuck may be that I assume my purpose in life is to struggle and no one wants to hear or see the real me Continue reading
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Who?
Every day I showed up for them Messages Presence Encouragement Love I would not miss one day but when my time came for their love to show up for me it failed I embody love to everyone but who embodies love to me? 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 