Breathing through Poetry

Love Arrived First

Love Arrived First

Love did not arrive knowing what to do. It arrived early.

Love Arrived First

Love did not arrive knowing what to do. It arrived early.

An Ode to Her

An Ode to Her

She did not ask to be seen.But I saw her.I witnessed the true strength of a woman in her.A passion, a strength meant to be shared.

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An Ode to Her

She did not ask to be seen.But I saw her.I witnessed the true strength of a woman in her.A passion, a strength meant to be shared.

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The Weight of it All

The Weight of it All

It’s not always heavy like heartbreak, or loss, or a silence that echoes louder than blame.

The Weight of it All

It’s not always heavy like heartbreak, or loss, or a silence that echoes louder than blame.

Lessons

Lessons

We attract Lessons. How will we handle them?

Lessons

We attract Lessons. How will we handle them?

"The Way I Could"

"The Way I Could"

“The Way I Could” — a poem from your Higher Self

"The Way I Could"

“The Way I Could” — a poem from your Higher Self