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 I now have a poetry collection, unpublished, but something … Continue reading Atone / Poem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
I’m trying to develop a space where I feel creative and happy and this means books and plants and both are growing towards the sky. The ones that are growing tall I prop up with books, stacks of books, poetry books and autobiographies and essays and everything that reminds me that other people have lived … Continue reading Blueberry Metaphors
In the last few years, I’ve thought a lot about being open and vulnerable and allowing myself to soften, especially in a world that can be harsh. This is scary and, most of the time, choosing to remain soft isn’t what comes naturally. When someone betrays trust, or hurts me, my first instinct is to … Continue reading To Soften and Let Go
I’ve recently joined a writing group, which is fun and exciting. There’s something different about discussing writing with those who also prioritise it, there’s something special in explaining why we write, and how it means something big. It’s encouraging and motivating to share and express. Before I went to the writing group this afternoon, I … Continue reading Encouragement in Writing
You may have noticed some changes on my blog. For starters, the name. I first started this blog in 2017, hence the name Be-My-2017. I thought it was a one year project that wouldn’t survive the year. I didn’t know that it would become something I still love doing and still want to continue. For … Continue reading Not a Bad Change
Writing a sad poem contains some sense of happiness. It’s satisfying to read my thoughts on the page when those thoughts are exactly what I’m trying to say. Poetry can be interpreted hundreds of ways, but I know when I get it right regardless of how someone else may understand it. I don’t mind so … Continue reading A note on sad poems.
Yesterday I realised something – something I already knew but was made even more aware of: God created poetry. Imagination. Stories, words, books. He invented metaphors. For the past few years I’ve been keenly aware that God is creative, that we are creative, and that when we create, He meets us there. Creativity is a … Continue reading God Invented Metaphors
the softest words 