She spent so much energy craving some kind of love. Dreaming about a television version of love. But what happens when that fairytale cracks?
we learn to let go of broken things…maybe
she needed a life line…
I wrote one poem about domestic violence. Called it “enough” because I was fed up. I just wanted to state my case, and then move on. So, that was the only poem that I deliberately wrote to share and address that subject.
But this other poetry about toxic relationships had already leaked out of me, I just didn’t know it yet.
That heartbreak was hunting for validation…and hope. And I needed a life-line.
and this is where she found it…
After escaping the honeymoon I found myself living in a closet that was converted to a bedroom with enough space for my queen bed and my favorite desk.
And so I worked. And when I was alone, I cried. But mostly I tried to figure out how my life got so crazy, so painful and so small.
And I seemed to work that all out on paper and the wall.
the words seemed to leak out…
My bedroom was tattooed with poetry about toxic relationships and my prayers for love and more out of life; filled with typed and handwritten scriptures; hundreds of notes on jagged journal pages.
These words become my wallpaper. And my food. I found peace inside them, even the painful ones. And I devoured them the way a child eats candy. Consumed them like air:
beauty for ashes”
double for trouble”
fearfully, wonderfully made”
That wall was the last thing I saw between night tears and morning light. I found my voice again. In those bold and broken words I found me again. The living. breathing. wake. me.
In a lot of ways wake me poetry came from that wailing wall.
why she wrote poetry about toxic relationships…
It turns out, just because someone hurts you, doesn’t mean you stop loving them.
Just because they’re not good for you, doesn’t mean you’re willing to let go of them.
I had became comfortable living with broken things. And I felt like it was always my job to do the fixing. So, I did.
And I ended up in the middle of something that almost broke me.
But, I’m still here. So, I wail for the one who will not. Stand for the one who cannot. And I pray…
one day soon
may it rise above the fear
and dance into the air
around her. may
Yes, wake me is poetry about toxic relationships and what it felt like to walk away from abuse. It’s raw. Honest. And filled with hope.
Shared in two parts: THE FALL and THE RISE, this is a collection of uplifting poems for her and a battle cry to stand up for the revolution that matters most — the one happening on the inside.
If you haven’t already, watch the 60 trailer at the top of this post and grab your copy of wake me poetry because we all have moments of clarity to fight for.