feel the weight of the word in your mouth, before you set it free to cling to the skin of another. sometimes, the smallest words are the heaviest to carry. —fat. This poem is deeply personal. Years ago I battled bulimia. I have, ever since I can remember, been in a constant struggle to accept... Continue Reading →
And isn't this what every, single heart needs to know—needs to hear? That we are wanted? That we matter *so much* that if we were not here, there would be a gaping hole in the universe. Tell the ones that you hold in your heart, that they are wanted. Tell them over, and over, so... Continue Reading →
i hung my broken dreams on the stars. one by one, i set them free. and now, here I stand, empty hands cupped, waiting for the new rain. —letting go.
i want to eat beauty, so that my words will have the fragrance of hope on them. —i want to speak the world beautiful.
sometimes, the things i once believed as truth, climb up my throat, and crawl from my mouth. unbidden. and i have to strangle them, in shame, before they find a home to live. outside. —challenging my beliefs.
i sing my song of hope to the world. a sweet lullaby for the broken ones. shhhh. listen. your healing is coming. —why i write.
loss, has carved pain into my bones. but, it filled my mouth with songbirds. —On turning the pain of loss, into healing.
and what of this hunger that weeps in my belly, but lives in my my soul. it took me a lifetime to realise that food only quiets the ache; never satisfies it. —On feeding pain.
Lust, is an incandescent invertebrate; a brief, consuming inferno with no appetite for hardship. Love, straightens her spine, cups her hands around the brokenness, and stays. —Know the difference.