Tag: Healing

Poetry for Healing

This is just a quick post to share that I have had two poems published in the Antelier of Healing. My poems are in chapter 4, but this lovely online anthology has many more poems about trauma and recovery. These poems are a great example...

Narrative Poetry and Paint Chips

Hey there, poetry friends. Sorry for the missed prompt last week. A family issue was taking up all of my thoughts and energy and I just couldn’t get it done. But I’m back and I don’t plan to make a habit of missing Friday prompts....

#MeToo and the Blame Game

A couple of months ago, a woman who is a member of the Sexual Assault Survivors Facebook group asked if she could contact me via FB Messenger. She needed someone to talk to and didn’t trust anyone else in the group or anyone in her...

My New Poetry Journal

I created this new guided poetry journal, titled Harness the Power of Your #MeToo Story, as a tool to help women (and men) overcome the shame and fear that often follow sexual assault. As long as your story is a secret, it has the power...

Filled to Pour Out

Holy Spirit Fill me with courage Fill me with joy Fill me with gratitude Fill me with mercy Fill me with grace Fill me with love That I might pour them out On my family On my co-workers On my neighbors On my enemies  ...

God’s Perfect Timing

God’s timing is perfect. I keep forgetting that. Patience is not a virtue I come by naturally. Almost a year ago, pain in my left shoulder and arm sent me to my new primary physician for a solution. As a short term fix, she gave...

The Power of My Wound

Healing doesn’t happen all at once. Sexual trauma runs too deep, is much too complex for simple remedies. We have no Star Trek sickbay or magic tricorder to bind up the wounds, erase the battle scars. And would we want to if we could? Would...

No Comparison

  When was the last time you compared yourself to someone else? Be honest—it was pretty recent, wasn’t it? For me, it was just yesterday. In this social media age the tendency seems to be getting worse. But the comparison game serves no useful purpose....

Scorched

Deep within my soul vengeance smoldered my sense of peace anger mouldered Indignation I felt entitled to keep burned my heart festered seeped Into each crevice scorched by flame mercy needed my Savior came Washed away ash and chars the only remnant healing scars ————–...

Seed of Hope

Hope nestled into crevices of my soul a minuscule seed waiting to sprout roots grew deep into the darkness born of bitterness Until at last fragrant flowers of faith burst forth from the surface broke open my stony heart to produce hope and love ___________________________________...