Poetry

  • When Their Wedding Breaks Me

    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…

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  • The Time of Death of Us

    I didn’t just twist my ankle; I didn’t just scrape my knee. This isn’t a “Rub some dirt in it” Kind of pain. This isn’t a broken bone, This isn’t surgery recovery. No – this feels like My chest ripped open,My heart torn out. This is the hurt people sing about. The kind that lingers,The…

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  • What’s worse than heartbreak? The not-knowing. The half-truths and lingering doubts that make moving on impossible. Break It Right is a raw, confessional poem about craving a clean break—even if it hurts more—because at least then the pain would bring clarity.

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  • A raw and honest poem about love, loss, and the fear of losing yourself again while capturing the pull of toxic love and the journey back to yourself.

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  • A voice can be more than sound—it can be an anchor. In my worst moments, yours has been the one place I’ve felt safe, the one place I could still feel like a child again in a world that demanded I grow up too soon.

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  • How Was I to Know?

    I thought I was afraid of losing you – until I discovered what I truly feared.

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  • Behind Her Heels

    She walks with confidence, heels striking the pavement in perfect rhythm. But inside, she’s drowning in deadlines, imposter syndrome, and the haunting echoes of being told she was never enough.

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  • Tight Fitting Jeans

    Monday through Friday you’ll find me in a blouse A nice pair of flats And my nicest pair of jeans Or if I’ve got to meet with people a pair of slacks As soon as that clock strikes 5 That blouse comes off And a t-shirt takes it’s place. I’ll trade my nice jeans For the ones covered in dirt Maybe they are just…

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  • Auntie Liz

    I have once again been made an aunt, this time by my sister. There is nothing like seeing your niece (or nephew) for the first time. I’ve been blessed with two blood nieces, one of whom entered the world today. As I sit and write this I haven’t met her yet, but I know I…

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  • Surviving Versus Thriving

    I think we all know the difference between just surviving versus thriving where you are. I can honestly saw it’s been a hot minute since I felt like I was thriving and not just simply surviving. But when you live in a place where you feel safe, and when you have the ability to do…

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