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APRIL 6, 2018 BY MARTINA Available on Amazon! Copyright secured by Digiprove © 2018 https://martinafranklinpoole.com
I Can’t Wish Myself into Joy I was a girl at play, buoyant with glee simple things: merry-go-rounds pogo sticks puppies. Powerlessness Pain Exuberance dwindled. Years grew heavy, humorless, numb. I can’t wish myself into joy. It must well from within – lotus blossom through mud, organic. Sunlight streams hope to my heart. Quiescent petals… Continue reading Poem: I Can’t Wish Myself into Joy
Give a listen to this wonderfully inspiring and uplifting podcast as Alexis Rose discusses how she has learned to live with trauma and PTSD. https://www.survivingmypast.net/tools-and-insight-on-living-with-ptsd-with-author-and-survivor-alexis-rose/
My dear friend, Sheryl, wrote this poem during her battle with stage four pancreatic cancer. Her daughter read it at her memorial service. It reflects her deep spiritual connection with nature and her belief that when we die, we are never truly gone. Sheryl was a kind, loving, and gentle human being. She was also… Continue reading A Parting Poem: When I Die by Sheryl Wentworth Woods
River of Secrets She balances at the edge of a colossal canyon, carved by the fierce river of her stolen soul. Spirit whispers to her upon eagle wings, guides her to take the plunge. She is safe, up here in the mid-day sun; its brightness hides what she fears to feel. Below lies the burden… Continue reading Poem: River of Secrets
She Becomes a Lotus Rising from the mud Shaken by the moon that shines behind the shadow trees She tenses and listens. Hearing the leaves rustle in the wind the cicadas hum, and the birds flapping their goodnight wings her mind feels tricked by the sounds of the night. The humidity in the air creates a… Continue reading A Reader Shares Her Poem: She Becomes a Lotus by Alexis Rose