SPEAKING MY TRUTH THROUGH THE WRITTEN WORD
Shivering in my strength Where to direct all this power It flails about, confused So mighty yet undirected It has no weight. I am now learning That if I express my voice And others disapprove That doesn’t make me wrong. It makes me impactful. I am allowed to stand In my world, my reality The... Continue Reading →
It never fails to interest me that people think they know me because they read my writing. Perhaps it's a symptom of our society, riddled with overfamiliarity because of the constant access that social media provides us. Still, I find it amusing. I don't deign to know any author because I've read one of their... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I wonder who I'm trying to reach when I write. Myself? People like myself? Someone to validate my existence and tell me I'm good enough to carry on? I'm not sure I have any idea. All I know is that I feel driven to share what moves through me, in whatever way I can.... Continue Reading →
I’m raging out of my skin Jumpy, electric nonsense, and yet Convulsing with unwanted sobs Holding, suppressing, denying The impotence that scares me more Than any tangible threat. My belly clenches up, bracing Attempting feeble containment Of the demon churning deep within. She demands compensation, flesh Payment for that which was ripped away A child’s... Continue Reading →
Look at me So even-tempered these days Fearful that my inner peace Might poach my creativity But is that such a blemish If I remain alive To feel the breeze on my skin For another cycle? Creativity need not be born From despair. I eschew that tired narrative. That stereotypical trope. What good are creative... Continue Reading →
AMY HORTON 