Growing Pains (Poetry Book)

Hello! I know it has been about 5ish months since my last poetry book release. I have been writing still, but with school starting back up, I had to put on my teaching pants. I found some time to upload my most recent project called Growing Pains. Really, each chapbook explores a period in my life and closely follows a general, universal theme. Growing up is hard and the pain that follows can sometimes be unbearable. The reality is that we all have to grow up – but it doesn’t always have to be painful. There is hope, control, and clarity that comes with growing older. It can be painful, but beautiful as well. This poetry collection explores the human condition and ever-changing principles of life. Enjoy! Thank you for your interest and enjoy my latest bunch of poems!

Growing Pains

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Growing Pains (Poetry Book)

Growing up is hard and the pain that follows can sometimes be unbearable. The reality is that we all have to grow up – but it doesn’t always have to be painful. There is hope, control, and clarity that comes with growing older. It can be painful, but beautiful as well. This poetry collection explores the human condition and ever-changing principles of life.

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Amusement

I am a muse: a cathartic character
in this game of life. A muse meant to be
amused – confused – used. Amusement
to be in this sea of foreign scenery.
I am a missionary and a visionary.
Rarely, do I barely feel too care-free.
I am a fuse: a non-fiction addition
to the attrition of living and giving.
I must be a muse with nothing to lose –
everything to gain. It’s all the same
when we live with the same pain
under the same rain. I am amuse-
ment to be; a soul dancing free
beneath a sky doubling in size.

Broken Home

Those who come from
broken homes know
they have hands
stronger than stone.
Some don’t know
about the broken
home. Those familiar
with functional families
are all too lucky. Only
some know about it –
the pain of picking
up pieces, putting
them all together,
and hoping they fit.
Those used to
being used have it
tough. Either way,
the broken home
can help others
build their own:
the way they want.
The thing about
a broken home
is that it can be
fixed. When love
is missed, fix
the home, I insist.

Birds on a Wire

There we are – hanging in the balance,

talking about the struggles we face.

High in the sky, we search for solace

and make each other slow the pace.

I do not know how I got here,

but I know it is best for me.

High in the sky, I show no fear;

I stay in a place that is so free.

We all suffer from different pains

and how we continue is a mystery.

We all look at people and at things

and make sure to impact history.

The flight I traveled has taught me

how to love no matter the weather.

The life I have lived made me see

it may get bumpy, but it gets better.

Birds on a wire, we chirp away

to remind each other how to love.

Birds on a wire, we face the day;

and bless skies with sounds from above.