A Mother’s Love

A special Mother's Day post and poem for all the mothers out there, in all their different forms.


Breaking Free

I've been rediscovering some old poems over the last few days and came across this one. I think it's appropriate for me right now as I make a more determined effort to let go of some long-held self-defeating habits. What are the chains in your own life and how are you letting them hold you... Continue Reading →

First Love

Here's another poem I wrote along the lines of the one I wrote yesterday. It's a little depressing, but then, eating disorders are depressing. No point in glossing over that or pretending my past didn't happen. As depressing as parts of it have been, it's also made me who I am, and for that I'm grateful.

Empty Life

I'm taking a poetry class right now, and I'm finding I don't have many powerful events from my life to write about. Sadly, much of my life has been consumed by an eating disorder, which I guess is a powerful event all its own. Understandably, much of my poetry focuses on it, the feelings its... Continue Reading →

Permission to Feel Shitty

Society tries to tell us that smiles and happiness are the only acceptable ways to navigate the world, and so I assume I must be doing something wrong. I try to fix what in reality, isn't even broken. And all of this fight and struggle only makes things worse.

Letting Go

The point is, resisting things does not make them any easier or more tolerable. In fact, it makes them more difficult and more painful.

Hope is a Thing With Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And... Continue Reading →

Drifting Without an Anchor

I've been feeling rather aimless lately. Largely because my apartment lease ran out at the end of June and I still haven't found a new place to live. I suppose I should be grateful that I have family that doesn't mind me staying with them  until I find something, but because my family lives in... Continue Reading →

The Chains

The chains fell off her ankles as she reached up for the clouds. The chains fell off her ankles too weak to keep her down. The chains fell from her ankles as she took off for distant shores. The chains fell from her ankles able to shackle her no more. The chains fell off her... Continue Reading →

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