Poetry

  • 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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  • Something More

    I thought stability was happiness – until losing him taught me what living was.

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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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  • They are the people in the fields.Hands blistered, backs bent, sun burning skinso your strawberries are sweetand your salad stays cheap. They are the ones scrubbing hotel rooms —after your bachelor parties,your college spring breaks,your secrets spilled on dirty sheets. They stand twelve hours on a slaughter line,blood on boots, bones aching —so you can…

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  • What About Her?

    The single mother who finally found courageto leave her abuser —She hides in a shelter,too broke for daycare,so how can she work? Finally — a job with childcare.Finally — a studio apartment.Finally — she breathes. But hope is fragilewhen he finds her again.Kicks in the door,shatters her safety,violates her bodybefore their son’s wide eyes.He leaves…

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  • Triggers

    I told myself I would never lie to you (other than about my name). So I’m not going to start now. I drove to Nashville on 5/28 in anticipation of going to see Reba play after the Music City Rodeo. Y’all know how much she means to me. I was desperately trying to chase after…

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