I will never be a size small I will never be a size small.Just like I will never be really tall. I used to look in the mirror and see all my flaws. Now for a moment I take a pause. No longer is it just my eyes looking back but my daughters too.Who knewContinue reading “Size Small”
Category Archives: Poems
Child’s Play
I used to think of rhyming as child play. Something that should have been put away. Tucked away and there to stay. Like imaginary things and baby dollsAdults outgrow such things, it’s unwritten law. It took me many years to appreciate my talent as a poet.I suppose there will always be a part of meContinue reading “Child’s Play”
They Will Know
Being a parent is always tough. Most of us wonder whether we do enough. We all have ups and downs.At times we are the source of frowns. Within the realm of parenthood,There is a certain breed rarely understood. A group of parents who do it alone. With little to no help from anyone known. NoContinue reading “They Will Know”
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Humble Request
Father help me please.I am here on my knees. I know You know what I needBefore I even say my pleas. This pain is too much to take And I cant see my escape. I know Your promises never break.I know You love me more that i can articulate. But right now my worries seemContinue reading “Humble Request”
A Poem Today
A poem today, a poem tomorrow. A poem to wipe away the sorrow. A poem for pain and a poem for joy.A poem for shame and a poem for decoy. Lyrical verses fill the lines Opening up the confines of my mind. What I see and what I write usually battle for the winning fight.PerceptionContinue reading “A Poem Today”
Acrostics
Ink
My feelings drip out in the form of ink Staining the page as I reach the brink. Pieces of me trapped between the lines, Essence contained in the sea of whiteMy heart takes control as I write Becoming as one as everything aligns. Drip, drip, drip, slowly the pain escapes Where it was my heartContinue reading “Ink”
Intangible
How do you write about something that you can only feel? A bump in the night or a wound to heal. Barley understood by thought how can it be possible to plot. The weight is surely there but how to compare. It would never show on a scale. It is something you can only tell.Continue reading “Intangible”
Word Abuse
If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be? If I had to give up one word that I use regularly, what would it be?I gave this prompt a lot of thought and kept drawing a blank. Much like when a new injury occurs you realize how muchContinue reading “Word Abuse”
Heather Congrove 