Creative Writing

Eight / Poem

Eight (Written by Sarah Bennett)

I am so many dreams poured together,

Keeping me alive.

The wanting is woven into my name.

I am confusion and love and what is often called naïve

But is actually compassion.


I have been given grace so how can I not pass it on?

I am the drought that is quenched by being together.

I believe in being alone but am no stranger to loneliness,

My bones cry out to be pulled from this slumber.

There is so much of me that I did not choose for myself,

So much that even I cannot yet see,

So much that I want to achieve but may never reach.

Is there more of my past entwined in this voice,

Or more of a future that I know nothing of yet contains more hope than today?

I kneel besides the bathtub.

There I am at eight, able to fold my body so small beneath the water,

Able to hold my breath for as long as I wish to be a mermaid.

This is where I start.

To know me is to know her.

Lately my quiet times have turned into poems, which I love. There is something so innocent and clear about the poetry I write after spending time with God, after praying from the depths of my heart. It only reassures me how much of my creativity is connected to God.

Sarah xx

By Sarah

My name is Sarah and I’m a twenty three year old who loves Jesus first and foremost, finds joy in the simple things, and appreciates a good metaphor and oxford comma.

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