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The burden of Shame
Some pain is too raw for casual retelling. A few weeks ago, my son sent a short text saying he was ending our relationship and needed time to heal. No explanations—just silence. In that quiet, I imagined what his heart might’ve said if it hadn’t sealed shut. This poem is my interpretation of that silence—not…
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A Lament for the Distance
I don’t have all the answers right now, but I do have a tender, listening God—present in the camper, in the distance, in the ache, and in the flickers of hope. It’s okay to be confused. It’s okay to lament. That, too, is faith. So sit here in the sacred silence, not with perfect words,…
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Lament of the Withheld Heart
There was a time I felt swallowed by duty—raising children, managing a home, and trying to hold on to myself. In my exhaustion, I pulled away, seeking space that cost more than I knew. This poem is a lament—a reckoning with the distance I created, the love I withheld, and the longing to return. It’s…
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“Inheritance”
I once vowed never to be like my parents. I swore to raise my children with compassion, not control—with connection, not fear. But in exhaustion and despair, I mirrored what I swore I’d break. I silenced their needs, just as mine were silenced. This poem is my lament—a cry of remorse for repeating pain, and…
Echoes In The Current 