Authentic Creations

Where the sand meets the ocean And creates the beach, Where my heart meets my blood And pumps it through my veins, Where blind eyes are made to see And faith awakens something so deep That we didn’t know the soul could bear something so unique Where heaven meets earth. Here. This poem was written in my favorite place, a quiet corner in coastal North Carolina that has witnessed both my becoming and my unraveling. It’s a reflection on how one space can hold joy and grief, peace

I’d forgotten how to enjoy the little things. And when you forget the little things, they start to feel like big things- until everything feels like too much, and you begin to crumble beneath the weight of the world. So I took a break - intentionally. I sat by the river and watched the sun melt slowly into the horizon. In the soft oranges and pinks, my body began to loosen. In the deepening purples, I remembered: Life is good. God is great. As the sun disappeared and darkness

Life is filled with ups and downs Deep valleys, Steep climbs, And darkness. Beautiful views, Leisurely strolls, And people who shine brighter than the sun. Growing pains, Loss, Heartache, Love and affection. The bad and the good come hand in hand; Without one, the other would be mediocre. They say it’s a beautiful thing to have had something so good That it hurts so much to let it go. But God doesn’t give us challenges we aren’t equipped to overcome. Because on the other side

If the trees in this cemetery could talk, What would they have to say? Would they talk about loved ones gone too soon? Loved ones not at all gone? Loved ones, and not-so-loved ones, who deserved to be here, And those who did not? Stories of grief and gratitude, Of greed and guilt. Stories of love lost and love never found, Of families torn apart by death, And families brought together by mourning. If the trees in this cemetery could talk, They would be wise with years of life