My hidden self

I live a different life

On virtual pages

where my feelings can take flight

Like many colored lights

On pine branches in winter

Or music-

Sad and slow and sweet-

Without judgement

Jesus you always come through

Whispering in my ear

The sacred scripture I need to hear.

So why do I feel alone and empty-

Somehow I feel unseen-

For is my shadow self the words I write,

Or the life I live?

Does anyone really know me-

The one who wears her heart on her sleeve…

the truth be told I think my poems are more a reflection of the soul.

Gods words are deeper,

And what I wear on my sleeve

May really be

A smear of fear

and not really me.




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I am a recovering approval addict admitting my brokenness and trying to recover authenticity and vulnerability in my walk with God.

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