Poetry Series – Salvation

(W)holiness has been haunting me since every Christian person I loved pointed out that I* was not enough unless I’m willing to chip some of myself off. In each moment that a parent villainized a teen instead of questioning their own beliefs, a voice started growing within me, lingering as a reminder that I mustContinue reading “Poetry Series – Salvation”

Poetry Series – Confessionals

The truth is, sometimes I have just as hard of a time admitting the good things as I do the bad. I consider it might be a fear of pride, ego, stepping in. More likely it’s the idea that I’ve believed I was the bad for so long that accepting the good in me soundContinue reading “Poetry Series – Confessionals”

Poetry Series – The Devil is in Church

I wait until my boyfriend is trapped in the car with me, on a longer-than-I-thought drive to breakfast, following my impulses, before I decide to tell him the story about where I was two nights before. Looking back, the whole thing sounds like a setup for one of those bad jokes – you know theContinue reading “Poetry Series – The Devil is in Church”