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  • The Day My World Stopped| Miss You Forever| It’s May Again

    Every May, I write about Kristi. Her memory lives on in our stories, our children, and the quiet strength she gave me. This year, I reflect on the love I see that carries on. Forever missed, always remembered. 💔SK- #IllMissYouForever… Continue reading

    The Day My World Stopped| Miss You Forever| It’s May Again
  • o the Moon and Home: A Soul Set Adrift

    I feel the shift. A hush, a pulling, a divine ache that calls me to pause and observe. This piece is a reflection of that tension—of belonging nowhere but being fully held by God. I’ll never truly fit in, and… Continue reading

    o the Moon and Home: A Soul Set Adrift
  • Still I Float

    My bones creak, my head drums, and the world feels too loud. But somewhere deep within, I still find the strength to float. This poem is for the days when you’re carrying it all and still show up anyway. #PoetryCommunity… Continue reading

    Still I Float
  • Embracing the Unseen| Navigating Forgotten Dreams

    ✨ New Post Now Live ✨ “Embracing the Unseen | Navigating Forgotten Dreams” This post was tucked away—unfinished, unspoken—until I unearthed it while sifting through old midnight dream notes and half-written thoughts. What started as fragments became a revelation: a… Continue reading

    Embracing the Unseen| Navigating Forgotten Dreams
  • Dear Me,

    Dear Me” is a deeply personal letter I originally wrote in 2020 as part of a therapy exercise while transitioning into a new phase of healing. It was a time of self-discovery, growth, and learning to reclaim my voice. Now,… Continue reading

    Dear Me,
  • Don’t let me fall

    In April 2019, I was quietly stepping into the first stages of healing. It was a journey that, at the time, felt deeply personal—just between Jesus and me. I was beginning to see glimpses of light, but the path ahead… Continue reading

    Don’t let me fall
  • Do You See Me

    Do You See Me Do You See Me? In 2018, I wrote this poem during one of the darkest seasons of my life—a time when I was just holding on. Rereading it now, years later, was incredibly difficult, and deciding… Continue reading

    Do You See Me