Escapril/NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-One

Day 21 – “it’s the end of the world.” I actually think about this a lot. Call me paranoid, but I want to be ready for it. Is my heart in the right place for when Jesus comes back? Do I deserve that “well done, good and faithful servant?” Another note – I’ve been feeling […]

Escapril/NaPoWriMo Day Twenty

Today’s prompt is “a liminal space.” I have no clue what that is, and this poem is about my ignorance to its meaning. Since I didn’t know what I was writing about, this is my second attempt to write this thing. Liminal Space II – What is a liminal space?Is it something to be proud […]

Escapril/NaPoWriMo Day Nineteen

Day 19 – without your name, who are you? A name or label is often something we assign to ourselves to help us fit in – to help us belong. Here I talk to myself and explain the inner struggle of finding my own identity – what is it really based on? The very last […]

Escapril/NaPoWriMo Day Eighteen

day 18 – a happy place. “I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here, but the trees are quite lovely.” Oh, Westley 😂 Y’all, my tired brain is shot from studying and I’m reverting my intelligent speech to Princess Bride Quotes. . . It’s all good though. I’m only mostly dead. Princess […]

Escapril/NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen

Today’s prompt: body as friend (or foe). I am continually grieved seeing those on social media and in person who can’t stand their body. This poem is for those who dislike their body. You are not disgusting. You aren’t repulsive based on what you look like, but by the state of your heart. The Ministry […]

Escapril/NaPoWriMo Day Sixteen

Today’s prompt: any dreams? Yes, actually. I want to earn a Master’s degree. Of course, there’s more to dreaming than just wanting. Wishing needs to turn into working, and that’s what I’m doing now. Dreaming – One dayI’ll know what I’m talking aboutOne dayI’ll be standing on Southern groundOne dayI’ll seeHow it feels to earn […]

Escapril/NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen

Today’s prompt: describe a smell. It would be insensible if I didn’t dedicate today’s poem to Notre Dame. The tragedy of a national landmark leaves the world grieving. The Smell of Notre Dame’s Smoke – Thick, heavy, and resonant.I can smell the history,Touch the ghost tales,And taste the warm hue of stained glassThat’s already shatteringAs […]