An abuse survivor’s short poem about the power words have to hurt us, heal us, and help us move forward.
“Empty vessel, you’re in desperate need of filling, it says. Search. Yearn. Feel hollow. It’s deeper than you could ever reach. The demon just for me.”
A poem about one woman’s journey of healing her body and confidence after breaking her foot in a car accident.
Today I rise. I rise.
I stand walking naked unaided across beds,
Beds of fire.
Feet now hardened, prepared
To lunge, to fly, to leap.
“What am I looking for, bright screen?
Melt my time away.
Hours passed grazing everyone’s surface.
After looking at so many shells, I feel hollow.”
How Devorah stopped surrendering her unique gifts to please her husband, and instead learned to honour and accept herself.
An honest poem about self-doubt, leadership, humility, and the creative process.
“Call this a love letter, call it
unlike anyone else’s, but with threads
and adornments from the Great
Ones—the star-crossed fables, the fairy tales”