I CAN by Heather Awad

There are moments when we lose the spirit inside us…

... from one type of loss or another, but we are rewarded with faith, hope and love for ourselves.

I Can

I can look up at a blue sky
like it's here just for me
on a day when gray clouds
would have pulled me
into the ground, the way
the earth drinks the rain.

I can write my emotions
in a poem till I've emptied
myself, less weighty, less
dispirited over another
estranged someone I gave
my heart to and had to
take it back.

I can wake up tomorrow
and it will be the next day
farther from this one
full of intrinsic belief
that the sky inside my heart
will be blue no matter what.

Heather Awad: I began writing poetry in my early twenties. It started as a way to express deep emotional feelings I could not release verbally. Very bound by my own voice, poetry became the medium for me to speak. It remained my salvation in healing hurts, and in learning to deal with strong emotions such as love and loss. Throughout the last ten years, it has been an up and down process of writing consistently and seriously, to letting it slip away in place of other more pressing demands. The most prominent time when I returned to writing poetry, was this past January 2014 when I began using photographs of various kinds to incite myself and awaken creativity, and I have been engaged non-stop since. I have taken numerous online poetry and creative writing classes over the past year, and continue to do so. Much of my poetry can be found on my Facebook page here.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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