Between Bruises and Blooms
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I used to think healing meant forgetting. That one day the memories wouldn’t hurt. The scars wouldn’t ache. The past wouldn’t whisper my name. But maybe healing isn’t becoming someone new. Maybe it’s learning to love the person who survived. The one who stayed. The one who fought. The one who kept choosing tomorrow even…
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Before you, There were storms That carved their names Across my heart. The kind that leave Empty cribs, Silent lullabies, And questions No mother should ever have to ask. Then you arrived. Not to replace what was lost— No child ever could— But to remind me That hope still grows Even in broken ground. You…
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There are storms I’ve survivedthat never made a sound,battles no one witnessedexcept the heart beneath my ribs. Then there was you. Not with fireworks,or promises too big to hold,but with quiet hands,steady eyes,and a kindness that made me wonderif peace could really know my name. You found me carrying piecesI was certain could never fit…
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I hope you’re laughing. I hope your knees are grass-stained, Your shoes are caked with dirt, And your faces ache From smiling too much. I hope you stay up too late, Catch fireflies in your hands, Tell stories that make no sense, And believe this summer Will last forever. I hope you’re making memories. God…
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Before they knew the shape of words,Before they learned my name,Two tiny hearts beat side by side,Yet never beat the same. One reached first with curious eyes,The other smiled with ease.Two little souls, one miracle,Arriving on the breeze. They share the moon, they share the stars,The laughter in our home.But each one carries something rare,A…
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They call it a custody battle. But battles have finish lines. This feels more likeHolding my breathFor weeks that become months,Waiting for strangersTo decide pieces of our lives. I wake each morningStill their mother.No ruling can change that.No courtroom can eraseThe years stitched into my heart. Some days hope is loud.Some days fear sits beside…
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Originally written on December 1, 2015. Tonight,sleep refuses to find me. The house is quiet,except for the steady rhythmof my son’s breathingas he dreamswithout knowingI’m counting the hours. I watch Emerson,safe in his bed,and gratitude fills one half of my heart. The other halfstill belongs to you. I look at your photographsand wonderhow someone so…
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The sky begins with whispered threats,A bruise beneath the summer blue.The prairie holds its quiet breath,As if it somehow always knew. The wheat bows low before the wind,The poplars shiver, leaves turned white.Far away, a rumble rolls—The heartbeat of the coming night. Then heaven tears itself apart,Silver veins across the sky.Thunder shakes the windows loose,A…
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They gave the monster a name. Not fate. Not chance. Not something I did wrong. A name made of too many syllables and not enough mercy. For weeks, I carried guilt like it belonged to me, turning every memory over in my hands, searching for the moment I thought I had failed you. Then the…
Between Bruises and Blooms 