poetry
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How will I know?
I’ve sought for youhigh and low. Through mountains and roads,late nights and early mornings. I’ve sought for youmy whole life. Even now,after times of rejection, ignorance and struggle;I’ve prayed you’d let me in. I’ve written stories in my head about you,asked the Saints and Gurus of you. I’ve prayed for…
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I’m Avoiding Writing and Here’s Why…
This was originally published on Substack. Click here to view the original post and follow for more. In effort to relinquish myself from all self-imposed duties, I’m not too sure as to what I’m trying to accomplish at this point. Originally, it was to stop the noise and find the…
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I hope my family doesn’t read this…
This was originally published on Substack. Follow me on there for posts first. Because everything I seem to write on the internet has a comment from my mom underneath asking me when I’m coming back home. My grandmother used to do the same until her stroke in 2020 and then…
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I’m Not a Man-Shamer…
If anything, I’m anything but that. But when a man tells me I shouldn’t pursue writing because he wanted to be a journalist once and ended up in lumber sales, I purse my lips. Maybe, at first, that meant something to me. Maybe, just maybe, I questioned myself a bit. It…
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Am I even a writer anymore?
Once upon a time, the strong urge to write poured out of me. I’d fill up notebooks, scrap papers, diaries, the internet–anything. I’d read books on how to improve my writing; how to write more eloquently, grammar corrections, dictionaries and thesaurus’. At some point, something told me to turn my…