I'm a Growing Woman

PAD Challenge Day 1: Write a seed poem. Mustard Seed If my spiritual mountains could talk, they would dare not whisper a lone sweet parable. They would shout, in the name of Jesus, declare and decree victory over my misfortunes. With poise, chapter after chapter, of despair and sorrow, their words would etch and sketch me out of hopelessness and calculated schemes orchestrated by life’s adversaries. Their words would color me pretty undefeatable; show and tell the peak of my faith; shape me in the symmetric of the eleven Hebrews. Down this visual Hall of Faith , by my lily in the valley, these mountains will faithfully announce the fate of my faith. They shall say: God is her only idol. She is a descent of Abraham; Her righteousness never took rest. She is an ark and captain of her sea, by and by, floating by faith through the flood of her grieving tears. She is an escapee to death and modern slavery; a modest scion of black success, steering new generations with wisdom and comfort. S...

  Farewell, March! My sweet April, it's almost time to meet National Poetry Month (NaPoMo) and my birthday season, and wake up my besties, Pen and Paper daily, again! I welcome you with open arms as I  warm up and activate my inner poet to actively participate in this year's  Poem-A-Day challenge. Since 2017, I've have greatly indulged in this wonderful experience to challenge myself,  my critical thinking and writing skills, and to simply just share what I find as my idea of true freedom (since my young poet age of 7...words of expression from the depth of my heart) without limitation, judgement, recognition, and validation.  Over the last few months, I’ve been more focused on close bonds with loved ones, traveling, journaling, healing, grief counseling, self-care, reading old poems and journals; reading, admiring and listening to other artists' work; and editing literature for future projects. In this new season, of lyrical art, as it approaches, I look forwa...