My clothes have looked ripped,
torn, and haggard from the day
I was born. I didn’t think they
were worn down until they were
handed down. Despite the dirt,
I saw clearly. I got clothes yearly
at Goodwill, thrift stores: clearly.
I have fallen, tripped, and ripped
my clothes. It’s the way it goes.
Instead of feeling bad for myself,
I slowly got up looking for help.
It didn’t take long before I found
a queen without the silly crown.
She was happy to show me around.
Within days, I learned how to sew.
With learning to sew, I learned how
to heal. Each time I fall, I recall many
lessons that lessen the hurt and pain.
When I fall, I know my wounds will
heal and my clothes can be stitched.
When there is nothing left but love,
that’s when my life’s been enriched.
During these times, we must stay
strong. Those who come along
must adjust – knock off the rust.
When the foundation is weak,
humanity’s future seems bleak.
The stronger we are right now
will, somehow, help us breathe
in times of need. Small seeds
need strong sources of water,
sunlight, and soil. To grow up
means to show up when things
blow up. In this life, we must
nurture the young and teach
them right from wrong. Long
story short: when life pushes,
we have to push back and be
strong before any surrender.
Stay strong and live your life
just how all days turn to night.
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 (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.
I’ve been around the block
to take walks or kick rocks.
I’ve seen the block get hot.
I’ve been there when it’s not.
My people have been around
the block and are down
to work around the clock.
This block has four sides
and I’ve seen each one.
I know everyone here. I do.
When people see me,
it isn’t anything new. It’s true.
See, I know this block well.
Each person here has a story
to tell, some about their block
and some about their cell.
I’ve been around the block
and others like me have, too.
This life is nothing new.
If I can’t be found, look around
the block: where I tend to walk.
As the days have passed, I have thought more and more about my future. The more I think about my life, the more I run my thoughts into circles. I often think about the future and what is to be. When I think too far ahead, I feel bad because I know I am not living in the present. I have accepted that my future is bright, although I do not know how my career will go or how I will apply my degree. All I know is that I have to be so thankful for how much I have progressed over my entire life, particularly my college experience. As I reflect I have a greater appreciation for the trials and tribulations I have experienced. There were so many times where I have thought about giving up, but I always thought about just “finishing”. Now that I am almost “finished” with what I have wanted to achieve, I must not think about my future, but be happy that I have grown.