poems.

{these storms}

this rain has been unyieldingthese storms have been heavyday after day they uproot and shiftand alter and abolisheverything that felt safeMy heart is growing coldand I am tired of these cloudsbut my love won’t let me drown in the sea these storms have causedHe won’t let me trip on the piles of wreckagethey continue to …

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Prayer + Prudence.

Hey friends. The last few weeks have been strange, and heavy. Only nine days ago I had just sang in my first college choir performance, not knowing it’d also be my last. I hugged my 80 year old grandparents and stayed at their house, without any thought in my head that it was dangerous. I …

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Not with Haste.

Last Saturday I was on top of the world. My boyfriend and I had a conversation that morning over oat milk lattes from bakery by the lake that stilled a lot of fears in my heart. We talked about plans coming into fruition. Real, solid plans, and it put my spirit at ease. A future …