These past few weeksMy world has turnedUpside-downInside out.Routines and rhythmsCertainties and guidepostsDissolved into chaos.I am adrift at seaNo starts to guide my way;I am lost in a dark forestOnly my heartbeat to affirmI’m still alive.This is a time of transitionsUnsure how or whenI’ll find my way out.Hoping against hopeThat love, hope, and faithWill see meContinue reading “Poem: Transitions”
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Poem: My Love Is Like Jesus
My love is like Jesus.Lots of friendsBut no partners;Lots of folks who love me,Believe in meBut no lovers.My love is like Jesus.Topsy-turveyUpside downFull of hope.People say my loveWill never happen,Is unrealistic;Right idea,Wrong time.“Let it go”They advise,“Or someone will get hurt.”My love is like Jesus.Inviting all the wrong peopleMaybe too quick to embrace painMaybe too quickContinue reading “Poem: My Love Is Like Jesus”
Book Review: The Great Sex Rescue by Sheile Wray Gregoire
I recently read the newly released book The Great Sex Rescue: The Lies You’ve Been Taught and How to Recover What God Intended by Sheila Wray Gregoire, Rebecca Gregoire Lindenbach, et al. The book is written out of an evangelical, purity culture context, and surveys over 20,000 women across several Christian denominations to get itsContinue reading “Book Review: The Great Sex Rescue by Sheile Wray Gregoire”
Poem: Falling And Rising
I have done it againFailed at beingWho others need me to be.I do the best I canI’ve achieved so much moreThen ever before.Still I come up shortNot aware enough;Not strong enough;Not skilled enough;Not good enough.Not.Enough.I’m tiredOf letting people down;Of continually failing.The world is so dark right nowDays are shorterNights colder.My mind becomes cloudedBy grief andContinue reading “Poem: Falling And Rising”
Recommended Reading: Books To Read During The Pandemic
Hi all! With the COVID-19 pandemic keeping us all cooped up for much longer than we’d like, I thought I’d share some recommended reading in case you’re looking for some books to pass your time. Literature and FictionThe Muskoka Trilogy by Gabriele Wills (Including Summer Before The Storm, Elusive Dawn, and Under The Moon This seriesContinue reading “Recommended Reading: Books To Read During The Pandemic”
Poem: Confronting Fear
FearIs an old companion.When I was youngIt ruled meIn ways obviousAnd hidden.I confronted itAnd I grew.Overcame many of my fearsSwore never to concede again.Yet fear is trickySubtle and ever present.New fears arriveOld fears return.The testIs to not give upHold onto hopeResist the slideInto anger and hate and despair.My destinyThe destiny of all who serve theContinue reading “Poem: Confronting Fear”
Poem: Grow Your Beard
When I was youngI wanted a beard.Thought it looked coolNothing more.When I was a young manHair started sproutingThe time to shave had come.My body betrayed meMy hand too weakMy coordination too poorMy hair growth too fast.Always spots I would missHated how I lookedHated that my failureWas all too obviousLiterally showing on my face.Many a-timeI toldContinue reading “Poem: Grow Your Beard”
On Mental Health: Tips, Tricks and Advice
This post is inspired by Bell Let’s Talk Day. I acknowledge it’s problematic, as Bell’s corporate culture does not adequately support mental health, and talking about mental health one day a year does not undo stigma and marginalization the rest of the year–but I also do think the hashtag should be utilized for the fundingContinue reading “On Mental Health: Tips, Tricks and Advice”
Poem: Hope Falters
My heart is heavyMy soul cloudedWith grief and shame.You betrayed your trustUsed your powerFor a dark end.Though I could never condoneI have hopedFor redemptionFor change.Yet when we meetSigns aboundRed alertsBlare in my mind.You askFor newsOf a community you hurt.NewsYou now have no right to.You boastOf how many you talk to.How manyHave forgiven your harm.I lookContinue reading “Poem: Hope Falters”
Poem: Afraid To Touch
When I was youngLearning about pubertyI was curiousAnd oh, so afraid.I always loved deeplyBut was oh, so alone.Fascinated by my bodyBut afraid to touch.Afraid to grow.Afraid to explore.When I was a teenBecame a point of prideThat I had not succumbedTo my baser nature.But pride was a maskMask of fear and shame.It wasn’t untilI left myContinue reading “Poem: Afraid To Touch”
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