2017

2017

I sit in front of the mirror
wonder how to describe 2017
what comes to mind is courage
God has given me a gift
it has brougt me so far
poems had deep feelings
maybe words masked pain
thinking I am Charlie
need advice from Lucy
on how to truly live

One poem aptly named
a 12:2 blog was my courage
"Gilded Living" published quietly
hoping this is the life
instead it was simpler
posting on my own blog
loving words differently
ability to hear encouragement
learned to take it with grace
became a role model
passion projects worked on
and people loved me for it

my words ever so important
3 days of work and voila
my testimony was born
it felt so hard to write
As my baptism paper emailed
quick nerves, happy tears
my friend Melissa alongside
"you can do this breathe"
believe in yourself
walking out of the water
a new woman this summer
having courage to share online
a post so toughfor me
not many people knew
they made me feel normal
when I felt out of place

God said to me get out of
your comfort zone
try new things and smile
read poem out loud at 12:2
go to alive at five and
get a free meet and greet
a photo reminds me to be bold
bold enough to join womens group
women to relate to
bold to go to church on sundays
making a journey of it
such a positive change of pace
saying yes to friends, God
grateful to have Zalooms invite me
sundays are more amazing

through a few sudden deaths
sickness turns to triumph
baby girl made lives brighter
new beginnings outside
with a greater appreciation inside
im a little better
and hope to be amazing in 2018

An amazing star

Today in church Pastor Rex talked about Joseph and Mary. I wrote this poem before today. It puts into perspective how important Jesus was to people back then.

An amazing star

Mary and Joseph stood lost
ready for baby Jesus
walk around towns nearby
hope for warmth that night
when inn had no vacancy
good shepards watched sheep
saw weary travelers smile
and thought of compassion
kind heart to offer shelter
inside a stable yonder

He said you can stay here
gracious guests said yes
this is Gods son just born
Angel Gabriel bless me
trust to be a mother
most important kid around
He was wrapped in cloth
placed gently on the hay
the night wore slowly
word spread all over

people came by as fans
donkeys,sheep,horses protecy
the angels brought peace
His second year came
gifts were laid by His bed
for three wise men appeared
Gold was very first posession
making it known,He was king
frankinsence held close
a role of a worldly priest
myrrh last drops of holiness

blanket of stars hugs earth night
they stand out on clear night
look up to see there compass
rooted in Bethlehem
a new star crowned a king
born on Christmas day

Winning

Winning...is

getting somewhere relaxed
going to bed proud of todays self
actually feeling sadness and happiness
writing a piece and not wanting to rip it up
seeing progress in my work
dropping my high standards off a cliff
being positive about my apperance
not letting my anxiety control my actions
being vulnurable in my writing
not wanting to please the masses
saying and feeling confident
allowing myself to mess up
not comparing myself to my younger years
staying positive about my creativity
the ability to not opinions of others influence me
not letting small details halt progress
What is your definition of winning?

Artistic Vision

Artistic Vision

This is a studio:
warm and creative
flower on the table
palette, filled so perfectly
brush angled toward light
reflected on canvas


delicate hands are seen,
a mirrored image of a little girl--
shown through a cracked shell
she is shyly smiling
nervous – afraid
I seem friendly;
maybe a little too serious
“you seem hard at work”
unable to breath, temporary
“Oh no I'm not having fun”
“perfect thats,you”
dress billowy,roses flawless
not a hem out of place



The mirror is always so perfect
She's equally as perfect
doll--like whimsy
I,stripped of my identity
“a nobody all in pieces”
inanimate object, flower
comes alive
deep rich yellows and brown
“those are my favorite flowers”
I nod knowing one can
still be innocent


I Stand back and admire 
“no, change this petal, its too small”
“Oh yeah its too small, right “
The flower twisted into my vision.
the little girl piped
“it's just a flower, they all have a
stem and petals”
the sun hits every petal


purple,black
“the simpler the better”
my eyes roll – lazily
dimples, wide eyed
innocence 
“ I think it can always be improved
“it's beautiful in my eyes”the artists starts to sob
“but an artist is never truly satisfied”
The girl only smiles