“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”
“My mind goes where my heart
dares not; feelings and logic;
“I tanned the cancer into my flesh …shaved my teeth
to needles …filling
my mouth with bathroom fixtures, let doctors
cut me apart like a hunting prize”
Janaya Martin’s intimate and candid poem about coping with the death of her father while trying to cultivate forgiveness.