Raining, water drops on my head

Make sure you have your umbrella they said

To be safe today my umbrella is in my bag

The weather man said it might rain, that hag

Not a drop of water

Just the rising sun...

I made room for her.

Cleared a space at the table

with trembling hands

and a heart I swore

was brave enough

for all of us.

I said,

_“Talk to her.”_

_“Feel with her.”_

_“If it’s there, chase it.”_

And God—

I meant it.

I meant it even when it choked me.

I thought I was being strong.

Thought love meant letting him bloom,

even if I wilted a little

in the shadow

of what they used to be.

She was an ...

What is freedom?

I’ve never been good at describing things. Being free. What is freedom?

Is it really as good as it sounds? People say it’s being comfortable in your skin, acting however you want, or maybe it’s feeling unrestrained by the rules. Isn’t that just confidence? Rebellion? Acceptance? What makes freedom feel so free?

What makes people so happy about freedom? Is it being left alone, l...

(First poem, feedback is appreciated❤️)

Do the dance of the black widowed bride

Take the umbrella, go and glide

Across the feilds that hold tears cried

Do the dance of the black widowed bride

Your deceased husband’s name in hand

Go to the feilds, the one in his homeland

There you will dance and there you will stand

With you deceased husbands name in hand

Do the dance of the black widowe...

Misty was lost. It had been months since she had a job, and nothing seemed to grab her interest anymore. The more her job search went on, the less connected she felt to the world. “Who wants me? What’s *wrong* with me?” She often wondered quietly.

Sure, she had tried all the usual stuff. Paint by numbers. Exercise. Doom scrolling. But nothing could fill her day.

As depression and anxiety began...

In a field of flowers,

I look up into the sky.

I hold up an umbrella

And then I close my eyes.

There in the field of flowers,

I feel so calm and free.

Everything that once did,

Cannot bother me.

And in that field of flowers,

I begin to pray,

And tell God everything

That bothered me that day.

And even though I cannot see him

I know that He is there,

And that He loves me and loves to hear

My eve...

There is an open field where she can be alone, but her mind is constantly running. Some days she just wishes she could be without any noise. She looks up at the sky and wonders what is up there. For now she will try to just be here in field by herself....

I've fallen in love before, drowned in eyes that felt like still waters, but this? This thing I feel for you feels different.

It feels holy, pure, and beautiful. If I said it's nothing like I’ve ever had, I hope you know I'm not pulling your legs. It is my truth, you are to me like the dawn of morning. Your love is all my heart lives for.

Baby, you are the calm in my chaos, the gentle breeze that...

Clouds burn bright

As the sun shines through

How I wish I were you tonight

But fortunately, my foot doesn’t fit the shoe

The field is slippery with mud

Like my face after its great flood

I’m caught up in the mystery of the sun

As it beams down on me as I look back for fun

I will walk this field as I cry

For my footprints fill the ground

I will walk until all my fears are gone and my tears dry

I ...

In a golden wheat field, where the sun dips low,

A girl with red hair lets her spirits flow.

Dressed in a gown that dances with grace,

She twirls in the twilight, a smile on her face.

With one arm raised high, she holds an umbrella,

Not for the rain, but for dreams to unfurl,

It catches the light, a vibrant display,

Reflecting her joy at the end of the day.

The breeze whispers secrets, the...