Tag: poetry

In Florence, paint was labour before praise,lapis crushed slowly, billed to velvet names.A chapel ceiling learned to lift its gaze,while bankers hid their logos in the flames.The patron leaned back, squinting at the Lord,"More gold, less hunger. Make the shadows clean.Could God look wealthy? Could belief affordto feel eternal and still sell the scene?"The painter… Continue reading It Was Only A Tool: A Poem

I stay home with three children I start most mornings already tired I do not feel in control of time The house fills quickly with noise Everything I do is unpaid work I rarely think about myself I rarely think about myself because I am responsible for the children There is always more practical work… Continue reading Life of a Stay-At-Home Mother: A Poem

I am writing about being tired. Not the poetic kind. Actual tired. The kind that sits in my shoulders at 2:17pm. Not the poetic kind. Not the kind that makes things feel meaningful. The kind that sits in my shoulders at 2:17pm. The kind that makes simple sentences feel long. Actual tired. I am tired… Continue reading Tired: A Poem

When they first learned to toddle on uncertain, dimpled feet, they pulled away with bright delight to find the world was sweet. . They wanted doors left open, wanted room to run ahead, and yet the dark would find them still curled in the middle of our bed. . They marched through school with backpacks… Continue reading What Comes Back: A Poem

O my family,small collection of noise and need,you rise with the sun and scatter crumbslike evidence of joy. Youone year old,still learning the grammar of the world,speaking in hands and eyes,teaching me that love beginsbefore language ever arrives. Youtwo years old,all insistence and wonder,a will made of lightning,testing gravity, patience, and mercywith the same fearless… Continue reading Ode To My Family

There was a space made for youbefore you arrived.A spot within our heartsa prayer without words. You existednot in weight or soundbut in becoming.In the soft whisper of hope,in plans that had not yet been madehow fragile they were. The world did not change its pace.Morning still came.Dishes still waited.Time did not pause to mourn.Only… Continue reading Life Unheld: A Poem

When panic arrives, narrow the room to breatheWhen panic arrives, narrow the room to breathePlace feet on floor, name what staysPlace feet on floor, name what staysWhen panic arrives, place feet on floorName what stays, narrow the room to breathe. Slow the body, count the secondsSlow the body, count the secondsTouch the chair, feel its… Continue reading Grounding: A Poem

First, name what’s happening, keep it plain.Not danger, not loss, you're not going insane.Just say: my body’s alarm is very loud,a storm in my chest, a nervous cloud. Sit where your feet can feel the floor.Let gravity help you just a little more.Tile or carpet, ground or mat,the world will hold you where you’re at.… Continue reading How To Manage a Panic Attack: A Poem

PUBLIC NOTICE // SHIPWIDE ANNOUNCEMENT Attention all passengers!This vessel has cometo the end of its path.Not a failure.Not an error.An arrival There is no return trajectory.There never was. A reminder:Waking may hurt.You may feel losttight in the chest,with quiet certaintythat something has gone missing.This is expected.It will not pass. Please note:Earth is no longer available.It… Continue reading Final Notice: A Poem Written As A Public Service Announcement

The fire doesn’t roarit hums,a soft, slow songof endings dissolvingand new beginnings. It curls around the bonesof everything we thought we were,a kiss of heat,a tender goodbye. It burns,it hurts,but it's never cruel.It is the knowingthat nothing is lostwhen the moment comesto shed our skin. In the flames,the shadows we carriedmelt away,turning to ash,soft as… Continue reading Like A Phoenix: A Poem