Jasmine Williams
An emerging poet and writer.
it is hard to move, to shift, to breathe new air, when a plan has not been carefully charted. going with the wind sounds fun but when the gusts pick up and threaten
sitting still and just being have never been easy, responsibilities heaped on top of responsibility, no end to the demand i have been expected to keep up with. there is a chair, but
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
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
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
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,
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
no plans were made. no dates were set. no new conversations were had. no times were set. no preparations were made. nothing was set in stone. yet you came. you are coming. life
holding on
this rope is breaking i can feel it still i hold on to a rope weathered by worry and doubt by fear and uncertainty for they are the only things that frequent me

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