No Such Thing as Closure It’s been a few months Since the last time I cried. My wells have run dry But not because I miss you any less; I finally accept that This is life. I can scream into Every passing storm cloud, But that will never bring you back. I can yell at God As I sob over crinkled pictures But all I can…

Was God tired of Watching Their child suffer? Did They call you Home gracefully? Did your body decided It was more drained Than your palms…

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This poem is hard to share. I almost cry every time I read over it. My next book was difficult to write. It was smashing the broken pieces of my heart. I wrote so many poems the day I found out he was gone. I wrote so many poems in…

I write about the darkness to bring it to light. I write about the depression to push back on its heaviness. Keep it at bay. I don’t want to sit…

Last week I said I was writing happy poetry, and this week I am throwing heartbreak in your face. This poem is about the loss of many family members of mine, particularly my baby brother and sister. …

I am writing so much happy poetry! If you’ve been around for a while, you’d know a lot of my poetry is dark. It deals with chronic pain and childhood trauma. It is gritty. It has been described as “winter” poetry. Well, I think I am writing spring poetry, even…

A Note To Survivors — The following may be triggering for survivors. If you relate to this piece, I am so sorry. If you have moments that you wish more than anything you could forget, moments that you almost let slip away but then they come crashing back over you, I am sorry. If you…

Plus the Poem Born Out of Loving Panic — I still write a lot of breakup poems even though I have been in an incredible relationship for the last four years. It helps me process my traumatic past and manage my wild imagination. I get scared of losing my partner and I write a poem. I change the narrative…