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Poetry Series – Suppressed

In the odd hours of the morning, amongst the silence – even the weirdest of truths must surface. So you stay awake. Buy time like it will be the next currency to sweep the market. Listen. Wait. It will inevitably hit… probably right around the time you’ve given up and are trying to find sleepContinue reading “Poetry Series – Suppressed”

Poetry Series – Naming Trauma

I’ve been absent with my writing more often than not lately. The truth is I only write, I can only seem to write, when the words flow through me without thought. Some parts of life require a little more thought than others. Where can I find the balance in which both can exist simultaneously? WhatContinue reading “Poetry Series – Naming Trauma”

Poetry Series – Change the World

I spent a lot of my life trying to make myself smaller and smaller, taking up less and less space. Ironically, I was always a pretty heavy girl as if my body was trying to send the message that my attempts to shrink my presence for other people would forever prove futile so I mightContinue reading “Poetry Series – Change the World”

Poetry Series – Narcissism, Accused

I worked with a coach that told me that someones we need people around to point out the parts of ourselves that we can’t see. Without a mirror, you won’t see the tip of your nose. If something is stuck in the middle of your back, good luck catching a glimpse without coming across asContinue reading “Poetry Series – Narcissism, Accused”

Poetry Series – Safe Adults

When we ask another person to keep quiet about what we’ve done, we’re asking them to carry the burden and weight of actions that we know were wrong. Often if we’ve put people in situations where they feel unsafe, once the truth finally comes out the sense of unease, and lack of safety will shiftContinue reading “Poetry Series – Safe Adults”

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”