by amba | Jan 19, 2022 | Healing, mother wound, trauma
The question was Who am I? I am the child you carried unwanted I am your daughter a burden I am your mistake a secret to hide I am alive a reminder til death No I am a force to be reckoned with strong I am passionate intelligent I am creative tenacious I am...
by amba | Jan 16, 2022 | motherhood, trauma
The milk is almost gone The list is on the table Bread, Eggs, Butter, Milk The child is in the bed Blankets over her Staring At nothing At everything Indifference owns her I cannot leave I don’t know what she might do The knives are locked away So are the pills But I...
by amba | Jan 14, 2022 | Healing, trauma
I am Where lost souls go Hiking in the woods Reading a book Shopping online Working too much Eating a gallon of ice cream Hoping someone will find me Make me meaningful Help me find my soul
by amba | Jan 9, 2022 | Uncategorized
Why do I write poetry? it is cheaper than doctors pharmaceuticals drugs alcohol it soothes my soul speaks my truth and actually if you piece all of the poems together you will know my story
by amba | Jan 7, 2022 | Uncategorized
All the paths I traveled were covered in eggshells until I found you
