Poetry

How can I say this without sounding too crazy? Oh well, here we go. Sometimes I get words stuck in my head. These words want to rhyme. The rhymes turn into verses. The verses become an expression of feeling. These feelings compel me to write the verses down. I end up with a poem. There you go. I can’t explain it beyond that. I like my poems, and I can relate them to a memory in my life, just like a photograph. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them! Click on the poem title to read the poem.

 

Break the Vile and Walk a Mile is a poem I wrote about my struggle with food addiction. I have been healthy most of my life, but I have been overweight 5 times in my life. Each time I gained weight, it was directly related to a drastic decrease in my activity level due to work, pregnancy, school, or health issues. It has been a roller coaster ride that has lasted a lifetime. Thought weight loss and a healthy body boil down to two things, diet and exercise, these can be two of the most challenging obstacles for many. I share my experience and emotions in this poem.

 

Finding Your Child Through Child Find is a poem I wrote, dedicated to my oldest son, Jeb, and Gayle Munn. It was written many years ago, while we were forcing our public school system to do their job. Jeb had behavioral problems in preschool. But it wasn’t until age 13 that we found out that the school was not providing services that could have helped him succeed in school. Thanks to Pro Parents of South Carolina and Gayle Munn, Jeb was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome, which changed everything about how we were parenting him. But it wasn’t until we moved to upstate South Carolina that Jeb’s diagnosis was not only recognized by the public school system, but they also provided special services that assisted him to push his grades up to passing just before the school year came to an end. Before Jeb’s diagnosis, I spent many years feeling completely frustrated, feeling cornered and helpless. I spent many nights crying, hopelessly. Child find was the light that gave me the confidence I needed in this dark time, to deal with Jeb’s uniqueness the RIGHT way! No longer were we victims!

 

Salty Wounds is a poem I wrote in response to the detrimental effects of uncontrolled human emotion. For many years, I struggled with responding, not replying. At age 42, though not quite there, I have come a long way in controlling my emotions. Sadly, today’s media portrays a world that definitely does not control emotion well. We seem to have evolved to a world where we thrive on salting wounds. We can change that by starting with ourselves, practicing control over our own emotions.

 

Life is Odd is a poem I wrote at a time when I was missing family that had passed away. I think about my own mortality daily, but not in a sad way. In thinking about the end of my life, I am able to appreciate the significance of each day. Life is all about family and community. I remember, like it was yesterday, I used to measure my children’s feet on my hand when they were tiny. It gave me another visual that time was indeed passing by, like it or not. As we enter each ‘phase’ of life, each has something special to offer in the way of experiences. But we live only once, and these experiences, good and bad, never last.

 

Oh Smoky Mountain Rain is a poem I wrote that is very special to me. Though I was born and raised in the lowcountry of South Carolina, I will always call the Smoky Mountains my home. I wanted to move to the mountains all my life and I finally did in 2011! It is truly an amazing place to live. It is a place for healing your soul and reconnecting with nature. There is something magical about the landscape, from the rustic ridges to the summer rainstorm. I believe the healing power of the smoky mountains can be traced back to the water – the ‘smoky’ mist, the rivers and streams, the rainstorms.

 

The Farm Hand is a poem I wrote, dedicated to the farmers of our food. I think, too often, people don’t take the time to recognize the time and effort that was sacrificed to produce the food they purchase in a grocery store. Grocery stores are great, and convenient, but they have disconnected society from our food source – the farmer. Farmers are fading fast, being bought out, sued, or bankrupt due to larger agricultural corporations. I dedicate this poem to the farming family.

 

Sad Cash is a poem I wrote regarding the struggle with money, and how money is perceived in society. I spent the first half of my life buried in debt. Thanks to Dave Ramsey, I am now debt free, and loving life! Regarding finances, I have learned the best thing you can do to save money is learn to say “NO!” Most of us earn enough money to buy everything we need to live a comfortable life. It’s not how much you make, it’s what you do with what you make.

 

Glass House Party is a poem I wrote to express the extreme frustration of living in a toxic relationship for too long. Emotional abuse is a way of life for some people, as is delusion. Some people live their life as though they do no wrong, when we know better. I was inspired to write this poem based on relationships that have gone wrong. More than just falling out of love, words hurt. Sometimes they hurt so bad, they cut like glass. Though it is sad when some relationships end, that is not the case for all relationships. When you leave a toxic relationship, it is liberating and empowering.

 

Hunger Pains is a poem I wrote to confront temptation and lust. Whether it’s food, sex, money, or any other temptation, we all struggle with dealing with it. Some of us deal with it better than others. Those who are able to harness their desires seem to excel in life. Others succumb to their desires, becoming submerged by the shadow of addiction. Confronting temptation, I believe, is the first step to steering clear of any addiction. I do not believe this is something that can always be accomplished on our own. We need each other. Be the light in someone else’s life. 

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