For a long time, poetry was my hidden place...exclusively mine. No one allowed in- including my husband. And for a long time, I didn’t write because I was broken. My brokenness suffocated any type of creating. It’s funny because starting this shop forced me to step out from behind my comfortable curtain and learn in a new way that “I am worthy.” I write because words heal and if my words resonate with your heart, I’m so glad my hidden place is no longer exclusively mine.
When did you stop living free?
Where did you feel last alive?
She journeys back to the rubble,
revisits every splintered piece.
Notices a tied down broken arrow
hidden beneath a lifeless scene.
She reaches in, to say “thank you,”
for every directionless year she lost.
… found truth.
The sun as her compass
guided her soul.
And where the light settles in
she is restored!
Courage sings her song
an arrow soaring free!