Unsent Letters #Poetry #FWTR9


After Mother’s death,

I found in the attic

unsent letters


The hand-crafted words brimmed

full of pain and love

and truth untold


My oblivious mind

gravely unshuttered

with the knowledge—


I’m an alien’s child


WEP Challenge #WEPFF In Too Deep (Poem)

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For this, I used the image they included in the Challenge’s post for inspiration:



in the simple act of living





breathing is torture

until you can’t






#Poetry “Life: Just Tears In the Rain”

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I’ve compiled many of my poetry that I’ve written over the years (several have been published) in one small book called Life: Just Tears In the Rain.  It’s on Wattpad currently; but in time, I hope to format it as an ebook and perhaps even print.

Here’s the Preface:

I didn’t start writing poetry until 2008. At thirty-seven years old, I felt like I lived separate lives and at this time, I didn’t recognized myself in the mirror.
Who was I? Really, who was that woman staring back at me?
I’d experienced so many different kinds of losses. Some in rapid, short successions.
A cousin, and best friend, died due to complications of Muscular Dystrophy. We weren’t fourteen yet.
The Retinitis Pigmentosa diagnosis at age 21.
The loss of my first husband in a car accident four years later.
In one year (2003), nearly lost my second husband to Pericarditis, had complications during the delivery of our son, and was laid off from work all within a five-month period. A short time later diagnosed with Post-Partum Depression.
A miscarriage in 2008 sent me spiraling downward to a very dark place.
Both the anxiety and depression came in to my life; plus I had a husband who suffered from PTSD due to traumatic military experiences.
I was on emotional overload. Something had to give but with trying to be there, emotionally, for my husband while taking care of our young son, I began to write haiku; and discovered a way to voice my pain and fears I hadn’t been able to do before.
Through writing poetry, healing slowly filled my life with light and joy I hadn’t experienced, not truly, until now.
“Medicines and surgery may cure, but only reading and writing poetry can heal.” – J. Arroyo, author

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