by amba | Jan 22, 2022 | Demons, Healing, trauma
The snow gave me clarity Deep, white, cold I lay there And I see each of them Three relationships Three lives I chased each of them Each mistake was a choice The cold numbs my regret, sadness Everything And I know I would repeat each choice There is no peace in some...
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
by amba | Jan 5, 2022 | Uncategorized
He slides into bed reaches over and pulls her close heat warming her he gently kisses her neck and she whispers melt me
by amba | Jan 3, 2022 | Uncategorized
I am going to be decadent tonight I will curl up in my bed and roll over on my belly I will lay there and stretch my back towards the ceiling I may drool onto the pillow a little You can’t do that sleeping on your back I may sleep this way all night on my belly...
by amba | Jan 1, 2022 | Uncategorized
I own my age so few women do I lived every grey hair each wrinkle and the crackling of blood vessels and veins like sponged pottery and the squishy middle that carried babies I live in comfortable clothes the days of fashion and trying to look cute or sexy or...
by amba | Dec 29, 2021 | Uncategorized
He sincerely looked into my eyes “You will write a book one day” and then I hear all the unspoken words You will publish a book It will be wonderful I am proud of you You are brilliant and creative I love you
