poetry
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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
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This Body
I look at my body and frown Too fat Too many spots Too achy And I realize I am speaking to her the words I’ve always feared to hear Too much or Too little Why do I treat her with such little grace? It’s not her fault that she responds to our world to food Continue reading
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Losing my Religion
I once thought of You every second of every day A recipe of adoration fear and codependency somehow supporting me keeping me alive while also stifling my identity You consumed me once But now I hardly think of You except in fleeting moments Sometimes I wonder if You are the air I breathe or the 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 