Please (written by Sarah Bennett) How could I bear the sorrow of forever, To this I need You to atone. God save the ones closest to my heart, Lovingly bring them home. I cannot live with a burden so large, There are not enough words to describe pain. God save the ones closest to my … Continue reading Please / Poem
Reintroduction (written by Sarah Bennett) I am no longer scared to tell strangers that my dream is to be an author, Only the people who know me well enough to say my writing is not that good. Dreams are never big enough for those I’ve yet to learn the names of but crowd the space … Continue reading Reintroduction / 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. Forgiveness. I have been given grace so how can I not pass it on? I am the drought … Continue reading Eight / Poem
Dawn (Written by Sarah Bennett) There is a song she sings And it sounds like searching for the dawn. She is alone, awaiting the sun. The light is a whisper And it sounds like God's arms welcoming her home. I do not say it enough But with God there is hope. My favourite poems are … Continue reading Dawn / Poem
I think I posted this poem a few months ago, then deleted it, but now it's back because it's one of my favourites and I haven't posted a poem in a little while. You can read here why I posted poems then deleted them and am now reposting some. Filling (written by Sarah Bennett) My … Continue reading Filling / Poem
I’ve been feeling unmotivated since the start of January. Not about exercise, as discussed in my last post, but towards creativity. My writing. I have been working and studying a lot, so I’m trying not to be too hard on myself about it, but even this blog has been a game of catch-up when I … Continue reading trying to write.
I wrote this poem upon walking around the streets I grew up on, though not the ones I became a grown-up on. The poem doesn't feel polished, but I thought I'd post it here anyway and give you a Friday read. There is a girl, and she is eleven. She knows what it is to … Continue reading Success / Poem
Exist (written by Sarah Bennett) there are days when I exist solely for myself / that is not to say the past has not happened / only that I hold my own hand / the girl at eleven / fifteen / twenty two / I smooth back her hair / I tell her we are … Continue reading Exist / Poem
A few months ago I deleted a lot of poems off my blog because I was compiling a poetry manuscript in the hopes of publishing it. A lot of those poems were rough first drafts anyway, but still one of my favourite parts of the blog. I now have a poetry collection, unpublished, but something … Continue reading Atone / Poem
I am constantly torn between writing what comes naturally and what takes more time. What comes naturally? Nostalgia. The past. What takes more time? Hope. Relief. As I’ve mentioned, there is nothing wrong with writing about the past, or those things that aren’t so pleasant. Writing amidst sadness helps me process and move on, and … Continue reading Rewriting the Past
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