through this walk of freedom
so many men have approached me
having been addicted to sex
to porn
to prostitutes
so many arms embrace the women
but what about the men?
they need hugs too
men
“Tired Out”
prodigal
son
man
woman
daughter
deserves to be
robed
hugged
celebrated
in coming home
“With a Bow”

I feel like no one will ever want me
I’m too open
too honest
too strong
I know freedom
so I expect freedom
from others
men want something new Continue reading
“Bars of Church”

my heart fills not only with women
but with men
their longing to love
their longing to protect
their longing to fix
something broken
or someone
finding a woman Continue reading
“Can’t Abort LOVE”
I don’t care if you’ve HAD an abortion
I don’t care if you’ve PERFORMED an abortion
I don’t care if you’ve CUT UP an abortion
Jesus LOVES you
Dinner’s Done
In the beginning of my recovery through AA, I’d felt I’d finally made it “home.” Everyone accepted me, loved me, remembered my name. It was so good. I loved going to meetings and acted a certain way there, which the kids rarely saw at home.
I remember times when the kids would say, “You need a meeting,” and I’d usually leave to go to one. By the time I came back, I was in a good mood, ready to be a mom. That lasted for years, until I really surrendered to God. Continue reading
“Fully Armed”
behind the scenes
hell’s unfolding Continue reading
“Motel 6”
passing the motel
is she in there
trapped in a body
under a body
making money
that won’t fill her up Continue reading
“What I Remember”
I remember nine eleven Continue reading