a poem about the way grief haunts and heals in one breath.
i had a dream last night where i tried to save my mom.
i attempted to do what i didn’t do in real life.
i drove her to therapy. i cleaned up her house. i moved back into…
a remind that you’re faultless for being fatherless ♡
Let me remind you that you’re faultless for being fatherless, which is to say you are not to blame.
Father’s Day was always Mother’s Day 2.0 in my mama’s household. Of course, a man sure did contribute to the creation process…
a poem about taking your time. we’re all on our own paths.
i want to be where i see everyone else go.
i’m taking leaps to get there but
there are hurdles that i must
but i don’t mean hurdles in the sense
of obstacles that make me…
a poem about how we cannot control what life deals us but our reactions are pawns we play.
the pictures on the wall fell down
and i refuse to put them back up.
i have always welcomed change
because it hurts more than it heals
but i’ve been viewing it…
And I’m viewing angel numbers as my spirit guides.
Statistically speaking, my single-parent mom died too early.
She passed away twenty-six days shy of her sixty-first birthday.
On average, women in America live to be somewhere around eighty-one years of age.
But she was nowhere near average—rather, far above it—so…
a poem inspired by a lyric.
i’m listening to an artist sing the lyrical line,
“life’s better when there’s someone to
show you how” and i’m reminded
that there is no longer anyone
to show me how.
the problem with the status quo
is that it dupes us into subscribing