Category: Poetry + Raw Words

Unfiltered, from-the-heart poetry and the truths that pour out when I can’t say them aloud. or just want to share my work!

Rage-Unleashed

Let Me Burn for a Minute Don’t you dare tell me to calm down.Don’t tell me to breathe, or pray harder, or wait my turn.Because I’m DONE. I am so tired of being the one holding it all together while everyone else gets to fall apart or walk away. You think I’m strong?No. I’m angry.… Continue reading Rage-Unleashed

I stopped trying to be unbreakable, and started being honest instead

There was a time I thought strength meant silence — that surviving meant never letting the cracks show. I wore my pain like armor, thinking if I could just hold it all in, I could hold everything together.But the truth is… I was shattering inside. Quietly. Daily.People said, “You’re so strong,” and I nodded. Smiled.… Continue reading I stopped trying to be unbreakable, and started being honest instead

Bleeding for Two

There’s a silence in my bones tonight —the kind that doesn’t sleep.It paces between rooms and cries without sound.My heart…is torn and bleeding for two. For my daughter —There’s a cycle trying to rise again,but it ends here.I am standing in the doorway,and I will not move.I see her.I hear her.And I will never look… Continue reading Bleeding for Two

Still, I Say Amen

I walked through fire that never asked my nameCarried scars that never healed the sameI’ve cried out prayers with bloodied kneesAnd heard silence loud enough to shake belief I’ve buried hope beneath courtrooms and ashLearned that mercy doesn’t always come fastBut in the dark, where the answers don’t land—I’ve still been held by nail-scarred hands… Continue reading Still, I Say Amen

To the parents of a neurodivergent child

I see you. I see you in the supermarket, eyes darting, shoulders tight, praying for a smooth trip but bracing for the stares, the whispers, the judgment. I see you in parking lots, crouching beside your child, gently coaxing them out of the car while strangers impatiently walk past, not knowing that transitions can feel… Continue reading To the parents of a neurodivergent child

Will Always Be My Reason

To my babies — There are days this world is heavy.There are nights I cry after you’ve fallen asleep, and mornings I have to choose — all over again — to get up and fight. But every time I do… it’s because of you.It’s always been you. I want you to know something, and I… Continue reading Will Always Be My Reason