-
Mayflowers
I am made of mayflowers,sweet symbol of the spring.I wait all winter, to watch myself grow,singing my overture in the shade,as the sunlight fades away. My mother walked with great pain,a crown on thorns in her womb and a pebble in her shoe,but she carried her flowering child,until she found the forest and spilled me…
-
I Have Forgiven New Year
I have forgiven the new year.My arms ache to hold her,and all she could bring,because I no longer fear moving forward,and I am no longer a prisoner of the past. I bless her throat with the blood of Jesus Christ,hold her hand through the curtains of confession,and I tell her that we can be reborn…
-
Dream Valley
I wrote a story about a valley as I slept,a peaceful place for my soul to rest,filling in the shadows of the flowers,the ripples of the rivers. Maybe, one day, I will wake up there,all will be well.
-
Arthur
You were a gift,given to the undeserving.Failed by everyone who found you,helpless and hurt,sleeping, still, after it ended,as the fingers began to point,alibis and excuses forming from thin air.All those adults,running from one narrative to another,chasing their own escape,never accepting that it would have been so easy to care, when they had the chance.Sweet child,who…
-
This Isn’t An Apology, Because I Am Unrepentant, But It Is An Explanation
I wanted it to be beautiful,but it never is,just a scratched up, sour thought in the back of my mind,a bittersweet beat that plays in my head,ricochetting round each of my bones,until my whole body is a song,but, my God, it’s a sad one. I never loved you,but it broke me to leave you,because all…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 