Working on the sequel to In the Eye of the Storm, there are so many images around me that continually inspire words. So many of the stories I receive from contributors are hard to get through. The pain is so raw. But then, so is the hope. I find that I am ever grateful that [...]
Category: Original Poetry
I’ve been writing poetry since I was a child. I love the juxtaposition of words and the intense feelings that can be inspired through this art form. Poetry is the music of the soul.
If I Could Talk to the Girl I Was
If I could go back twenty years, and talk to the girl I was, I would tell her these three things. First, control is an illusion. You don’t have it. You never will. The harder you grip that wheel, the more out of control you’ll spin. You’ll spend so much of your time and strength [...]
A Story of Strength
Over and over again, I have learned where my strength truly lies. I thought surviving alcohol addiction and overcoming a lifelong eating disorder made me strong. I thought witnessing my child win her battle with cancer made me strong. I thought surviving the death of my father, my beautiful niece, my sister-in-law, and the murder [...]
Redeeming Rain
Redeemed by His blood, That pours down like rain. Cleansing my soul, Removing its stains. Showering me in Grace, For all I have done. With the promise of eternity, My chains are undone. Shattering the darkness, Restoring the light. Lifting my blindness, Returning my sight. Bearing the scars, Taking my shame. Setting me free, Through [...]
Category 5
We didn’t need the confirmation. We already knew. We felt the devastating winds. Saw with our own eyes, all the storm surge swept away. We’ve lived in the aftermath. Without help. Without relief. Relentlessly. Since that day. We’ve keenly felt the deaths. The catastrophic devastation. The destruction to our homes and cities. Our livelihoods. Our [...]
I Thought I Knew
Image by Cindy K. Sickle The evening after, the sun set,with a resounding orange,that set fire to what remained.Broken trees. Barren roads.The shattering complete.I thought I was strong.Until I saw the young boy,standing before what used to be his home.“It’s gone, he said, but we’re still here.”That’s when I knew. I knew nothing of strength [...]
