Biography
29-year-old novice writer navigating the wild seas of motherhood, grief, and everyday traumas. Walk and write with me on this journey of words, where my ultimate challenges become the inspiration for my stories!
Always the Echo
Always the echo, never the song. What once was a rainbow painted canvas, now tainted with grays— the colors of joy muted by loss. Always the echo, never the song. The thrill of our bond stained by the weight of being left behind. Laughter feels distant, and joys fade away, now replaced by whispers fading into silence. Always the echo, never the song. Resilience wears like a disguise, hiding the ache of wanting to be seen, to be enough in your eyes. Always the echo, never the song. I run beside you, giving my best, but still come in second— a shadow beside your light. Always the echo, never the song. Every day I wear your colors with pride, yet feel the distance, a bridge between us, as I stand to the side and watch you shine. Always the echo, never the song. Living in your shadow, even after you’re gone— the dead should not be envied; they’ve already moved on. Always the echo, never the song. But on this lonely road, I will search for my voice, like an echo yearning for its song, haunted by the silence of your absence. Am I still the echo, or am I now the song? At the end of the day, everything has its place, but my heart aches with the weight of melodies left unsung. Never more the echo, but still lost in the song.
Tender Burdens
Little hands and chubby cheeks, Very wet kisses and the squishiest hugs. Loving you should come so easy, But why has it been so hard? Pieces of me have made you, And my hands have guided you as you grow. You are the best that has happened, Yet somehow, having you has made me feel so low. I want the best for you; I know that is not me. How could this have happened? How did this come to be? You deserve the world, yet I can barely get out of bed. You deserve the most, and half the time I wish I was dead. I try to be present, to give you my all. Every time I feel I can stand, again and again I fall. I assure you I will never give up, For you deserve better; I will strive to rise above. I know things are hard, and I know you feel it too. I will make sure that things get better—for me, but mostly for you. You are my rainbow, my gift sent from above, And together, we'll create a life filled with love.
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