Poetry
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Five years after losing the baby she never got to hold, a mother marks her daughter’s birthday with “what ifs,” Christmas memories that never were, and a love that hasn’t faded. This poem gives voice to the invisible grief of a child who only lived in her heart.
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From angry clients to impossible deadlines, this poem gives voice to the paralegals, legal assistants, and receptionists who do the unseen work in law offices—and carry the weight, without the recognition.
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Federal Rules of Civil Procedure.The guidance of civil court.The holy bibleAs far as I’m concerned. Federal Rules of Civil Procedure.They cannot be cherry pickedto suit your needsAs far as the Court is concerned. Federal Rules of Civil Procedure.They take time to master.They take time to understand.Trying to do so without proper contextcan be the difference
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I wasn’t built for this generation.I feel like I was born in the wrong time. Starting a night out at 9 PM,Spending all night bar hopping,Finally getting to bed at 3 or 4 AM.That’s not for me. I’d rather stay in with a bookor a cross stitching project.I’d rather buy drinks from the storeto drink
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Grandmas are exceptional women who serve as best friends, safe spaces, heroes, and confidants for their grandchildren. The author reflects on how her own grandma shaped her into the woman she is today by teaching her strength, courage, and hope. The impending loss of her grandma brings sadness, yet she feels fortunate to have shared…
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They say I should age gracefully, stay thin, and never forget my makeup. But what if I’m happiest in sweatpants, with messy hair and a bare face? This poem is a reminder that being ‘good enough’ starts with being real.
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She was the one who made you laugh at yourself, who brought the good wine and the best advice. Trailblazing, authentic, and carefree — this is how she’ll be remembered.
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“They see strength. They see survival. But they don’t see the nights I spend crying myself to sleep, doubting every step. In a world that demands resilience, this is what it’s like to wear the mask of being ‘strong.’”
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I never saw myself here — sitting in this place, trying to numb the pain. I hoped for a top-shelf margarita, but I keep settling for well tequila. Maybe, just maybe, that’s okay.
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There is nothing like hearing someone you love is getting married. You want to be happy for them—you are happy for them—but when you’ve lived through the wreckage of divorce, joy and grief arrive hand in hand. Their love story lights a spark of hope, but inside you’re left trembling, haunted by your own heartbreak…
Lyrical Logic 