Poetry
* Custom poems are shared with permission.
Faith
It was a fire on a cold winter day,
A warmth that drew me in with the promises it made.
Thick, heavy smoke stole my breath,
while the wild flames blazed and viciously spread.
The closer they got, the hotter they burned.
Then they bound me in chains when I tried to turn.
Claws snagged my skin and pulled me down,
deeper in darkness where silence screamed loud.
I was alone in a world I couldn’t escape,
until the demons appeared to mock and berate.
Constant noise in my head,
maybe I’d be better off dead.
I didn’t care one way or another,
I was already in Hell, buried and smothered.
Then a light flickered and came in my dreams.
“Open your eyes, you need to see.”
Awakened at last to the truth of it all,
How did I get here, how did I fall?
All for a flame and the lies it told.
All for a flame when I wasn’t even cold.
I was safe inside before I opened the door,
because I looked out the window and wanted more.
I lost who I was but I found who I am,
when I finally grabbed God’s waiting hand.
The moment we touched I was made anew.
Forgiven with grace, His mercy, and truth.
His light shines brighter than I’ve ever seen,
because I know how dark the darkness can be.
©2026
A single spark ignites the flame.
It takes and destroys without shame.
Snags a lonely limb or little leaf,
and swallows whole the entire tree.
Now burned and beaten,
the tree stays rooted for a reason.
Nothing can change what God designed.
Even ashes feed the vines.
©2026
The earth is dead,
marbled with ice and the cold gray sky.
The warm colors of life stolen in the wind,
brittle winter branches, and fallen needles from the pines.
It’s just a season, but it was my life.
Trapped in the hard, dark depths of frost,
as each bitter breath chipped at my core.
A heart frozen for years and hopelessly lost.
But now the sun spears through the clouds,
and bright flowers bloom on the windowsill.
Fresh life overlooks the cold ruins beyond,
a promise of peace as God says, “Be still.”
©2025
this life you lead, the prayers you plead.”
Said, “I have other plans for you.
You ask for one, I’ll give you two.”
But the next day, when I went to pray,
I heard Him say, “This may not be your way.”
I was so confused why He refused, so I asked His excuse.
He said, “You ask for one, I’ll give you two.”
“What does it mean? I beg of You.”
He told me then, “Ask for none, I’ll give you one.”
I cried up at the sun, “But I don’t want that to be done!”
Through the wind I felt His hand. “Don’t forget, I have a plan.
Some things I will, some things I won’t.
And even though I may say no, all of it’s to help you grow.”
Then that night, I saw His light, and I knew it was all alright.
Because even though I asked for one, He gave me two.
And when I asked for none, He gave me one.
So if you want to know how this goes,
how to understand the “yes” and “no’s”,
get on your knees, pray your pleas,
read God’s word, and you will see
all the answers that you need.
His body will soon rest,
his heart and soul put to the test.
Struggles weigh his spirits down,
but still he prays without a doubt.
Not for himself or worldly things,
but to praise the King of kings.
He knows the end will surely come,
but what’s to fear when God calls him home?
Strong and sturdy in his faith,
he says, “I’ll be in a better place.”
He beams with love of the one true Light,
ready for Heaven and everlasting life.
©2024
The storm isn’t over,
it’s just waiting for a new day.
It’ll come back to shower me,
in its bitter cold embrace.
The thunder will crack,
and the lightning will rage around me.
The wind will howl and burn my skin,
as it rips apart the fragile life that’s in its way.
Darkness would consume my soul,
if I didn’t have Him.
With God warming my heart,
I’ll dance in the rain,
to the tune of the thunder,
under the flares of the lightning.
The wind will strengthen my stance,
and carry me where I need to go.
With Him, the darkness is controlled,
and the storm is a ladder,
leading me closer to Home.
©2023
They were once thriving,
nurtured by the warmth of the sun and water from the clouds.
A strong, healthy greenery turned weak and brittle, replaced by red, orange, yellow, and brown.
The wind ripped them away as gravity pulled them down.
Disintegrated into dust, who will remember the leaves before the frost?
When they breathed life into the air,
and fed the earth as they fell there.
|When they warned of change and exposed the trees, giving in to the breeze.
What happens when the last one falls?
Will nature remember the life she birthed,
each leaf, each petal on the earth?
Or will she forget when winter comes?
Her cycle of seasons, with a purpose for death, to bring about a new fresh breath.
To change the past and start again.
But who will remember that life back then?
How do new buds grow and already know what to do?
Is it in their core, or do they remember their life before?
©2023
It was just ink.
A permanent marking on my skin.
A choice that I would soon rethink.
Just a crown, a layer of sin.
A black reminder I can’t erase.
A blessing waiting to be seen.
Just a glimpse of saving grace.
A sign that I am not a queen.
A taste of truth from Holy water.
Just God’s words at my core.
A promise that “I am God’s daughter.”
A simple verse: Psalm 91:4.
Just a crown, hidden by a feather.
A black reminder “He shall cover thee.”
A grasp for hope in stormy weather.
Just a life saved by He.
©2023
My faith was weak, so was my mind.
My heart was naive and in love with the wrong.
I thought I could see, but I was blind.
The weight of the world smothered me,
and somewhere along the way I lost myself.
I didn’t know I needed help.
The Devil had a hold of me all along,
but God reached out and broke me free.
Now my faith is strong and so is my mind.
My heart is wise and in love with the right.
I know I can see because He opened my eyes.
The weight of the world is at my feet,
no longer smothering me.
Somewhere along the way I found myself.
I prayed and I got help.
The Devil can’t get a hold of me,
because God reached out and we’re flying free.
©2019
Marriage
I used to be afraid of the dark,
but here I lie with you under the stars.
Wrapped in blankets in the bed of your truck,
held in your arms, tightly tucked.
The crickets and frogs sing in harmony,
but all I hear is how your heart beats.
Such precious music to my ears,
the only song to soothe my fears.
I never knew this beauty in the night.
I only saw darkness where you saw light.
But now I feel everywhere I go,
the pure, sweet love that you bestow.
I gave you my heart so easily,
because the moment we met, I believed.
I no longer doubted if God was real,
when He gave me you so I could heal.
©2026
Arms around myself, sleeping all alone
You’re barely here, even when you’re home.
My tears echo loud as they patter on the ground.
My heart is crying out for you, but you don’t hear a sound.
I’m trapped in a world I can’t explain.
It’s almost like I’m half insane.
I don’t know who I am or who you are,
or why you’re here but yet so far.
My body is numb to your touch.
You say there’s love but I don’t feel much.
Maybe it’s all just a very bad day,
but when do the bad days go away?
I lost myself at some point in time,
but I guess that makes sense when you say “you’re mine.”
You stole me out of my own two hands,
now here I am feeling like I can’t.
I can’t be the girl you met before,
when I’m only living this life of yours.
Maybe I’m not alone in this pain,
maybe your hurt blends in with the rain,
but how would I know when you don’t say a thing?
You don’t tell me what your heart truly sings.
You always have excuses and little white lies,
and I don’t think you even know the reason why.
Why your first instinct is to lie to me,
even when you’re sober or half asleep.
Why can’t you just stay honest and true,
that was why I fell in love with you.
But something changed, I’m just not sure what, when, or how.
I thought we made those sacred vows.
Maybe it’s all in my head,
and you really are you in our bed.
But why do I feel a pit in my heart?
Can we just press a button to restart?
Take me back to when we both knew,
that forever was a promise between me and you.
©2026
Through all the seasons and all the years,
what a wonderful life we’ve made here.
A house full of kids, love and laughter too,
what a wonderful life I have with you.
The hard times come but we always prevail,
that’s what makes this our own fairytale.
Forty years of work to nurture and thrive,
“Never stop dating” is the best advice.
When I first saw you and you saw me,
next to you was where I needed to be.
I haven’t stopped loving you, even a bit.
My heart, my soul couldn’t handle it.
I meant it then and I mean it now,
I’ll spend the rest of my life proving my vows.
Those simple words hold a heavy weight,
of the promise and commitment that we made.
What a wonderful life it turned out to be,
you and your love are all I need.
©2025
I know it’s hard.
We’ve been through so many cards.
Work, friends, family, life.
There have been love, laughter, and heavy fights.
Together we’ve won, and together we’ve lost,
Bridges we’ve burned and bridges we’ve crossed.
It takes a toll, and it takes some trust.
Respect, patience, and words,
emotional intimacy and physical touch.
Without all that, our vision blurs.
There are times when I’m weak,
when I need your strength and your love.
That old darkness will always haunt me.
It will steal my joy and all I’ve dreamed of.
I hope you never truly know this lack of light,
and I’m sorry for bringing it into your life.
©2023
Family
Tin tea cups and a plate of sweets.
A table for two but one empty seat.
Her tender hands pour the invisible tea,
while the little girl speaks so eagerly.
“Would you like sugar or do you want syrup?”
She patiently waits without looking up.
Then she spoons both into the tiny cups.
Clink, clink, clink as she stirs.
She hands a cup over and keeps one for her.
Gentle sips and silly slurps.
She giggles and laughs when she burps.
“I’m having a tea party with Jesus,” she says to me.
“He’s everywhere, you know, in my heart and even my belly.”
She hands me a plate with a sweet treat,
and invites me to sit next to Jesus’ seat.
“It’s okay, Mommy, you’re not late.
Jesus always saves a plate.”
©2026
God, please come to me.
My heart is so full but I feel incomplete.
I don’t even know what to say.
I just know I can’t go on this way.
So up and down all the time.
Some days I think I’ll be fine,
but then I’m soon overstimulated.
I love this life but I’m always so jaded.
Barely getting by on energy drinks.
My mind is so cloudy I can hardly think.
My patience wears thin
before the day even begins.
I’m just a moody mess trying to survive,
and nights like this, I know you hear me cry.
I’m not the mom I imagined I’d be,
and it’s all the work of the enemy.
Motherhood carries such high stakes,
and it’s too easy to cave under the weight.
I need Your strength to see this through,
in the best way that pleases You.
My family deserves better than this version of me.
Please help me overcome this instability.
Most of these days feel like a chore.
I need You more than ever before.
Please give me the patience to slow down,
and help me calm the storm before I drown.
I’m just a wife and a mom struggling,
but I know You hear every plea.
©2026
When the moon is hiding behind the clouds,
that’s when silence screams so loud.
It takes me back to relive that night,
the sorrow, the pain, the useless “It will be alrights.”
But nothing was okay,
’cause death stole you from me that day.
Half your dad and half of me,
you didn’t even get to be.
I curled up on the bathroom floor,
and wrapped my arms around my core.
I cried until my eyes ran dry,
and begged and pleaded, “Oh God, why!”
The tile was cold against my skin,
but I was numb from the pain within.
I’ll never understand,
why you didn’t have a chance.
They say it happened for a reason,
or maybe it was not our season.
But that’s not right,
because it was your life.
You weren’t a seed that didn’t grow.
You’re a child, a sibling, a soul we long to know.
I know God has His very own plans,
and though you rest with peace in His hands,
I can’t heal my fragile heart.
Maternal bond shattered right from the start.
A tease, a taunt, a cruel part of life.
Taken before you could even fight.
Little hands I’ll never hold.
All your warmth nothing but cold.
The sweetest laughter I’ll never hear.
My beautiful babe just disappeared.
No tummy to tickle or booboos to kiss.
No cries to soothe or toys to fix.
No little feet running about.
Only my aching arms reaching out.
But in the pain, there is a refuge.
God offers solace I can’t refuse.
He opens His arms and invites me in,
the greatest comfort there’s ever been.
I know the stolen time is only on Earth,
but sometimes I just can’t stop the hurt.
©2025
My heart is so full,
thanking God for miracles.
He held me close when I called to Him,
and never let my faith go dim.
His goodness poured,
and He gave me more than I asked for.
He filled my life with precious souls.
My children and theirs have made me whole.
With the sweetest angels at my side,
I know that God will always provide.
From one grandbaby to nine and ten,
my family grows because God transcends.
Each child is a blessing and a gift,
and each is proof His love persists.
He’s in every beautiful smile and contagious laugh,
and in each memory I’m blessed to have.
I could never doubt the power of His grace,
when I look in their eyes or feel their embrace.
©2025
Under golden wings spread so wide,
He holds you both side by side.
Nestled close in His embrace,
He blankets you with His grace.
He made you as you’re meant to be,
A little the same, and each unique.
Oh God’s love is stronger yet,
He follows you wherever you step.
And as your eyes give in to rest,
He lays His hand upon your chest.
Feel His promise in each breath you take,
and in every beat that your heart makes.
In the night when the sky feels dull,
Upon you, His light shall fall
And in heavy storms or simple rains,
just be still under golden wings.
©2025
“Mommy, Mommy!” little voices call,
as the smallest feet run down the hall.
Racing to give the tightest hug,
my four babes fill me with love.
But all too soon they grow up fast,
leaving these memories of the past.
Though they’re grown they still swell my heart.
They’re a gift from God, His own work of art.
From who they are to their own families,
they gave me a name beyond “Mommy.”
“Memaw, Memaw!” little voices call.
It’s the sweetest sound of them all.
My little kids all over again,
I’m reminded of moments from life back then.
I cherish each memory, old and new,
and each little soul, pure and true.
Laughter still rings in my home.
Little hands in mine I tightly hold.
Playing hours on end and blowing kisses goodbye,
I’m in their arms and they’re in mine.
It’s hard to let go until I see them again,
because all too soon, “now” will be “then,”
and each time they’ll grow more and more,
but I’ll love them just as much as the day before.
©2025
Through rocking winds and dancing trees,
Heaven hears our deepest pleas.
Wings may tremble, hearts may ache,
but God gives peace no one can take.
Through rocking winds and dancing trees,
Little bird, drift off to sleep.
Tucked in His arm, you’re safe in Light.
He’ll hold you close all through the night.
Through rocking winds and dancing trees,
Little bird, the Almighty sees,
how brave you are, how free you fly.
Oh, feel His love in this lullaby.
Through rocking winds and dancing trees,
He hears your song in the breeze.
He’ll meet you where the roses bloom,
under starry skies and clouded moons.
©2025
10:08, the minute you are born. I’m exhausted and my body’s worn.
Immediate bond and skin-to-skin. Feeling you no longer within.
Bittersweet, holding you so close to me.
Nine long months we’ve waited for this, to love on you, little sis.
But the nurses like to intervene. “Track her diapers and her feeds.”
Watch the clock, time passes by. Now it’s late, 3:05.
Your daddy sleeps across the room, and I can’t stop watching you.
But tick tock, gotta keep an eye on the clock.
Now you’re one week old and it’s 2 a.m. Soft white noise and lights on dim.
I haven’t slept since who knows when, just track the hours til you eat again.
But I’ve watched the clock for too long, I don’t know where the time has gone.
You’re three weeks now and it’s late at night. I’m so tired, but I’ll be alright.
These days will soon be in the past, ’cause hands go ’round the clock too fast.
“The blink of an eye” will come too soon, and just like your sister, you’ll already be two.
So I’ll keep my eyes off the clock, pay no mind to the tick or the tock.
I’ll watch you and your sister grow, and pray for these moments to go slow.
I’ll capture each memory before it goes away, ’cause tomorrow quickly becomes yesterday.
©2025
“Where Daddy go?” she asks when she wakes.
“He’s at work,” I have to say.
She talks about you all day long,
says she wants daddy’s hugs.
It’s hard when we miss you, but her face lights up when she hears your truck.
“Daddy’s home!” She runs to the door.
She’s in your arms, and you’re hers once more.
I watch you with her, how you love and how you play,
how you teach and show her the way.
Your calloused hands so gentle in touch,
that caring embrace she loves so much.
Our baby girl grows right before our eyes,
yet you still make that sacrifice,
to provide and protect, to always be your very best.
All too soon the evening ends,
off to bed to do it again.
“Night, night, Daddy.” Her little arms hold you tight.
Don’t let go until she does, cherish each kiss she gives tonight.
Tomorrow she’ll be taller, but her hugs might be shorter.
©2025
You play, you learn, you grow,
into the best little human that I know.
The sweetest, kindest, perfect soul,
you don’t even know you make me whole.
I embrace the memories of each day,
but time is quickly stealing you away.
Your tiny arms around my neck,
your sloppy kisses, little pecks,
and all the purest I love you’s,
will eventually be all too few.
Much too soon, will come the lasts,
and the present will be left in the past.
Time is selfish and never slows,
but I cherish each moment as you grow.
There’s a great big world for you to explore,
I pray you find happiness and so much more.
I’ll miss your hand when you’re feeling brave,
and I’m always your home when you’re afraid.
But oh sweet baby, please take your time.
I’m holding you tightly while you’re still mine.
©2025
Sticky juice,
and crumbs on the floor.
Green chalk,
and scribbles on the door.
Messy hair,
and dirty clothes.
The cutest laugh when I tickle your toes.
Orange fingers,
and stains on the couch.
The pitter patter when you run through the house.
Broken toys,
and missing parts.
Little toots,
and stinky farts.
Goldfish in the toaster,
and people in the sink.
Perfect reminders,
of my favorite little human being.
©2024
Oh sweet baby, the night closes in,
and the time has come to rest again.
Let go of the day and release your fears.
Be in peace with your mommy here.
Close your eyes and sleep in faith,
I’m by your side to keep you safe.
Like a dreamcatcher keeps the bad away,
I’ll armor and protect you as I pray.
I’ll shower you in all good things,
and comfort you from what night may bring.
When the new day comes, I’ll have to surrender,
so you can learn and grow and venture.
But right now I’ll focus on tonight.
Time can’t steal you when I’m holding you tight.
I’ll cherish your perfection while I can.
Your soft curls and tiny hands,
blue almond eyes and unscarred skin.
But nothing compares to your beauty within.
Like a dreamcatcher, you’re woven with love,
as gentle as the feathers, and all I’ve dreamed of.
Your beautiful heart crafted by a caring touch.
Oh how I thank God so very much.
His powerful hands made a masterpiece,
and delivered your soul straight to me.
©2023
My baby Willow,
A soft glow bounces off the walls in the still, quiet night.
With the threat of evil just outside the door,
you lie next to me so safe and warm.
My delicate babe, all curled up and cozy,
your skin so soft and little cheeks rosy,
I watch you as I pray to the Light:
“God, please watch her when my eyes are closed,
as I know some things are out of my control.
I know you’ll protect her mind, body, and soul.
God, please give me her troubles so she can stay pure,
and love her deep and to the core,
for she is your child, innocent and clothed.
God, please help her when she prays.
Guide her with your powerful word.
and let her know that she is heard.
God, please carry her when she’s too big for my arms.
Keep her strong against the devil’s charms,
and forever bless her with your grace.
God, please bless her gentle heart.
Keep her brave and unwavering,
as she ventures out underneath your wings.
God, please hold her close to you.
Keep her from darkness and in your truth,
and touch her thoughts when life gets hard.
I’ll cry for my little love these prayers to you again.
You blessed me with this beautiful miracle,
so in her sight please always be visible.
I pray for today, tomorrow, and the future.
God, please love her, protect her, and guide her,
for in this life, she’ll need your hand. Amen.”
My precious child sleeping so tight,
my life began, too, with your first heartbeat.
I never knew I could feel so complete.
Please know that you are cherished and loved.
For you I’ll always pray to our great God above,
that your life, forever, be full and bright.
– Love, Mama♥
©2023
When the moon is hiding behind the clouds,
that’s when silence screams so loud.
It takes me back to relive that night,
the sorrow, the pain, the useless “It will be alrights.”
But nothing was okay,
’cause death stole you from me that day.
Half your dad and half of me,
you didn’t even get to be.
I curled up on the bathroom floor,
and wrapped my arms around my core.
I cried until my eyes ran dry,
and begged and pleaded, “Oh God, why!”
The tile was cold against my skin,
but I was numb from the pain within.
I’ll never understand,
why you didn’t have a chance.
They say it happened for a reason,
or maybe it was not our season.
But that’s not right,
because it was your life.
You weren’t a seed that didn’t grow.
You’re a child, a sibling, a soul we long to know.
I know God has His very own plans,
and though you rest with peace in His hands,
I can’t heal my fragile heart.
Maternal bond shattered right from the start.
A tease, a taunt, a cruel part of life.
Taken before you could even fight.
Little hands I’ll never hold.
All your warmth nothing but cold.
The sweetest laughter I’ll never hear.
My beautiful babe just disappeared.
No tummy to tickle or booboos to kiss.
No cries to soothe or toys to fix.
No little feet running about.
Only my aching arms reaching out.
But in the pain, there is a refuge.
God offers solace I can’t refuse.
He opens His arms and invites me in,
the greatest comfort there’s ever been.
I know the stolen time is only on Earth,
but sometimes I just can’t stop the hurt.
©2025
God blessed the world with a baby girl,
a mighty soul with no control,
as darkness fights her brightest light.
No chance of life with “reproductive rights.”
But God’s not done, He gave a son,
a baby boy full of love and joy,
another light the darkness spites.
But no chance of life with “reproductive rights.”
“My body, my choice”—No, you are that child’s voice.
No one will ever know into whom that child would grow,
because God now holds the life you stole.
No chance of life with “reproductive rights.”
A child, a father, a mother, a healer, a giver, a lover,
oh, the possibilities never to be seen,
due to selfish wants and unjust “needs.”
No chance of life with “reproductive rights.”
God’s greatest gift returned unlived,
without a care or a single prayer.
Because darkness blinds the heart of humankind,
there’s no chance of life with “reproductive rights.”
©2024
His body will soon rest,
his heart and soul put to the test.
Struggles weigh his spirits down,
but still he prays without a doubt.
Not for himself or worldly things,
but to praise the King of kings.
He knows the end will surely come,
but what’s to fear when God calls him home?
Strong and sturdy in his faith,
he says, “I’ll be in a better place.”
He beams with love of the one true Light,
ready for Heaven and everlasting life.
©2024
I thought of you today, but that’s nothing new.
There was something in the sunrise, that reminded me of you.
You would’ve loved the canvas, of gold, pink, and blue,
the way it hugged the trees, with rays beaming through,
and the way the sun glistened, off the early morning dew.
I knew it was a picture, you painted just for me,
by the way the clouds sailed, in perfect harmony.
I felt your warm embrace, in the cool of the breeze.
And through the song of the birds, you told me you were free.
It wasn’t until then, that I truly did believe.
From the moment you left, I dreaded each day’s start.
But today was different, when I woke up to your art,
a reminder that you’re here, even when you aren’t.
I tried to engrave your promise, deep inside my heart,
so I’ll never forget the truth, that God wrapped you in His arms.
©2024
Soft like velvet, delicate and rare,
God picked a flower I didn’t want to share.
Basking in the warm sunlight,
God picked a flower full of love and life.
As gentle as a feather on an angel’s wing,
God picked a flower that uplifted me.
Resilient, brave, and strong,
God picked a flower that withstood the storm.
God picked a flower right out of my garden,
left a hole in my heart that sorrow hardened.
God picked a flower before I let go,
roots in my hand that no longer grow.
God picked a flower before it withered away,
gave it new life and a home to stay.
God picked a flower that wasn’t me,
left me here wondering,
why God picked a flower I needed too,
why God picked a flower that had to be you.
©2024
Plucked from Earth like the flower you are,
so delicate and rare, your gentle heart.
Heaven knows you’re too good for this world,
so you’re called to the Kingdom, the most precious of the pearls.
God wanted you back, even though I wasn’t done.
Our time was only beginning, all the years just felt like one.
My desperate arms are reaching out.
I’m wishing I could hold you now.
But no matter how hard I beg or plead,
God won’t bring you home to me.
This broken heart still beats for you,
always and forever, til life is through.
I know I’ll see you again someday,
but now the years are in my way.
How cruel life is to steal what it gives,
and taunt me with unfulfilled promises.
Each day that finally passes brings me closer to you,
closer to Heaven and the One I pray to.
He answers and shows me the reasons I live,
for glory in Him and His blessed gifts.
©2024
Did you think about tomorrow, or the days that haven’t come?
Did you dream about the future, or all the things you could have done?
Did you know how much we’d miss you, or how hard this day would be?
Were you so afraid of tomorrow, that you couldn’t even try?
Were you ready to let the good things go, to escape the pain that made you cry?
Were you scared when you did it, or did you have a sense of peace?
Would you change it if you could, give us just a little more time?
Would you tell me you were hurting, or give me some sort of sign?
Would you open up and let me in, or even listen as I pleaded?
Can you tell me that you’re happy now, that the shattered hearts are worth it?
Can you tell me that the pain is gone, that you are where freedom is?
Can you tell me that you crave tomorrow, that you found the life you needed?
©2023
There’s no way it can be what it seems.
You’re lying to me, it’s just a dream.
It can’t be true, there’s no way.
Please take me back to yesterday.
I wanna do it over, and do it right.
Take away the pain, so I can sleep at night.
Save me from this misery so I can breathe again.
I don’t understand why their life had to end.
Why would you lie about something like this?
Did you not think they’d truly be missed?
I wanna wake up now, this dream is getting worse.
It’s becoming more real with each verse.
Now I wish you were lying,
so I could be denying.
Please lie to me, tell me it’s not true,
even though it’s all over the news.
Someone change the channel.
This isn’t something I can handle.
I don’t wanna see it.
I still can’t believe it.
I don’t know what I’m gonna do,
Without them here, helping me through.
There’s no way I can cope.
I wish this wasn’t real, but I’m losing hope.
Someone lie to me please.
I’m begging you, put my heart at ease.
©2011
You’re so far away but I feel you so close to me.
I just don’t understand why you had to leave.
It wasn’t good for either of us.
The ring you gave me is starting to rust.
It’s sitting all alone on that concrete stone.
It’s been over a year since you’ve been here.
I’m always waiting for you to come back,
but I know I’ll never have that.
You once told me it’s okay to dream,
but not anymore, not for me.
Cause when I wake, I just want to scream.
It’s another day in reality.
I just want to end the pain,
of not having you here each day.
The life inside me has been drained.
I don’t feel a thing besides gray.
To have you back would save my heart.
Only you can fix the pieces that fell apart.
I miss everything about you.
No one could compare, even if they tried to.
Your touch, your scent, your smile,
all the things I long to while.
No matter how far, part of me is who you are.
No matter how many times I try to run,
the hurt inside always weighs a ton.
I’ve tried moving on, but I can’t leave you behind.
I feel so guilty when you leave my mind.
Even for a second, I don’t want to forget.
I’m not ready to live without you, not now, not yet.
You told me to be strong before you sang me your last song.
I’m trying to do your last request,
but all I can do is try my best.
©2011
Life
Fabric faded, worn and torn,
I’m a healer with a needle,
threading life where holes were born.
A tender touch and a simple weave,
make it whole, as it’s meant to be.
Pieces of fabric lay like a puzzle,
I’m a crafter with a needle,
threading art out of the rubble.
Spools of color waiting to be spun,
through each stitch becoming one.
Bits of spare fabric still hold on strong.
I’m a sculptor with a needle,
threading away what doesn’t belong.
A snip and a splice binding the ends,
create a place where purpose begins.
©2025
I lost track of the winters gone by.
Your lively voice now faint in my mind,
replaced by the sorrow of silent cries.
My desperate hands reach for you,
but deeper in darkness you fall into.
Tempted by the world, unable to come through,
cravings stronger than love for life,
overpower your will to fight.
I know within is a spark of light,
casting rays to guide you home,
but beyond the shadows you hopelessly roam.
Through all this, you’re not alone.
My arms are open, full of love and peace,
waiting for you to come back to me.
All this time, I still believe.
Break free of all that’s holding you back,
follow the light through the cracks,
try to escape the cold depths of black.
Look at the sky when the clouds disperse,
feel God’s love and know your worth,
let Him in to heal the hurt.
I beg, I plead, I pray to God,
that someday you will beat the odds,
forever found in freedom, no longer lost.
©2024
Sometimes that memory creeps up and traps me.
Half the time, I don’t know how to respond, I just freeze.
My heart drops like it did then, and I catch myself gasping for air.
You’ll never understand. I’ll always be haunted by that part of you.
Sometimes I feel like I’m strong enough to overcome it again,
but how many times can I keep reliving it before it finally breaks me down.
It’s not my choice, I don’t let it in, it finds its own way.
But the truth is, I’m just weak.
I’m too weak to forgive, and I’m too weak to let you go.
Part of me died that day, and every time the memory creeps back, it takes another piece.
It’s slowly killing me, and the pain is torturous.
I have to look in your eyes to find my strength,
but then I feel like I don’t know who you are,
because the person who did this to me is in there somewhere.
You have no idea how hard I have to fight this battle.
If I thought I knew what pain was, I was wrong.
You showed me how awful it can be.
I never thought I was going to Hell, but it turns out, I’m already there.
I live it every day when I face those demons,
and knowing that, I’m not afraid to die.
©2018
Tell me your secrets and I’ll tell you mine.
Just take it slow, we have plenty of time.
We can’t hold them in forever.
Let’s sit down and share together.
We could whisper, write, or shout.
No matter how, as long as they’re out.
Are you ready, set, go.
Tell me everything there is to know.
I want to know more than a few,
of the things that make you, you.
I promise not to tell a soul.
That’s not part of my role.
I just want to know who you are.
The distance between us feels so far.
Let’s close this gap,
and maybe perhaps,
the only secrets there will be,
are the ones between you and me.
©2011
You played a game and you won,
but you don’t see the damage you’ve done.
The fire is already burning.
Way too many are hurting,
but you don’t care anyhow.
It’s spreading too fast to stop it now.
You’ve poured too much gas on the heart,
and in the grip of your hands, you tore it apart.
You let the pieces fall too fast to catch,
and lit them on fire with the strike of a match.
Now, the fire is running low,
as we near the end of your show.
All you’ll see are ashes,
while the foundation of love crashes.
©2011
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5-Line Reflections
“The LORD hath prepared his throne in the heavens; and his kingdom ruleth over all.”
They can steal, they can harm, they can use free will.
They can take money and power, and push their pills.
They can please the flesh and sell their soul.
But they’ll never have complete control,
for God is the highest and most powerful.
“As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.”
In a world tearing itself apart,
Jesus is the light in the dark.
He is the sun, the moon, and the stars.
He is the fire in our hearts.
He is here, and in us He leaves His mark.
“And I will take away mine hand, and thou shalt see my back parts: but my face shall not be seen.”
I say Your name in each breath of air.
Your arms are around me in all my prayers.
Your hand covers me when life strips me bare.
Your back leads me through all despair.
I don’t need to see Your face to know You’re there.
“The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”
Why is God the one we blame?
He gave the gift of free will,
and the enemy uses it to destroy and kill.
God lovingly restores what evil claims.
So why do we question rather than praise His name?
“But rather seek ye the kingdom of God; and all these things shall be added unto you.”
Wildflowers bloom and the birds freely fly,
with no fear of what’s to come or wonders of why.
So when life is hard and you cry to the sky,
seek God and trust that He’s on your side.
Find strength in knowing He always provides.
