Poet JRose

Latest — Nov 30, 2022

Assurance of Heaven

I often search my mind for memories of you, Sometimes I find them easily, a flower bud at the first of Spring, Other times the search is more difficult, - a green leaf in the middle of Winter. There are times I recall your laugh or smile or a piece

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Hoping in Hope

I have been going through a lot of changes as I have been a mother now for 4 months! I am not sure what I thought motherhood would be like, but I can say it is nothing like that! I knew it would require me to grow and to be

There's Still Hope

there is more to see and come to know. the darkness cannot exist in your light. so shine. release the fire within. the flickering does not mean an end is near. it signifies a beat. a rhythm. pushing you through. step, step to the beat. breathe, breathe in the cadence

Mouthpiece for God

Definition One: One such as a spokesperson, through which views are expressed Definition Two: a person, newspaper, etc., that conveys the opinions or sentiments of others; spokesperson In order to convey the opinions, sentiments or views of Christ, I believe we must do three things: 1. Know who we are

Fleeting

Morning seems to come quicker than night likes to stay The stars decide they need sleep too And hide behind the clouds while the sun yawns Sending the birds of the air into their daily routine The trees respond to the sudden music found Weaved between their branches, bellowing from

I am not alone

One of the hardest truths for me to believe is that I am not alone. There are moments when I know and believe it but I think more times than not, I forget. My forgetfulness of the truth is mostly seen in my actions. I don't always ask for help

soften

Your patience with me Smooth, flows over every hard “no” Dismantles every “please stop” Sees the fear behind those words For hugs never did me any harm Kisses on the shoulder, arm or neck Were never stolen or felt hard For yours are the only ones I have known. Fear

sleep

i cannot seem to balance i find myself swaying right to left left to right, center does not seem to exist. i am floating. in and out of focus. how did i get here? it was a choice, made before my arrival. for my good. despite tears doubt fear and

hiding

there is no disguise, no camouflage needed eyes can see but they do not perceive. it is a smile, placed on the face of a body so exhausted by pleasing it seems genuine. in plain sight it sparkles, eyes dance from here to there in wonder of what is to

Responsibility

Me and responsibility have a strained relationship. Ever since I could remember I was deemed the "responsible one" in my family. I wore that title. Expressed mostly in expectations as opposed to in words. I remember a few years ago my dad told me he has always looked at me