Listen to the heart to its beat in time words are no match for what is spoken in the heart’s rhyme.
JEN HOLLYListen to the heart to its beat in time words are no match for what is spoken in the heart’s rhyme.
JEN HOLLYHow can you be so unconditional when I speak of my dreams but yet so conditional in your love for me.
JEN HOLLYThe shelter is where I am when I am with myself.
JEN HOLLYHarmony soothes us in the abyss when our mind untangles chaos.
JEN HOLLYFinding my way back to myself one day at a time.
JEN HOLLYMy path to healing is only unto me I let it take me where I need to go.
JEN HOLLYYou are whole and complete all on your own everything you need is within you peel away the layers come home.
JEN HOLLYThis is a poem about love its absence is merely an optical illusion.
JEN HOLLYGrief visits us all differently but at the core – it rots us a little.
JEN HOLLYThrough poems, I speak the language of my soul and the emotions of my body onto paper.
JEN HOLLYYou sucked all my love and all of me through your hollow straw I wish I had known there was nothing on the other side.
JEN HOLLYMy heart is my muse my blood is my ink my pain is my pen my words are my healing.
JEN HOLLYAll this time I knew I needed some really good therapy and I found it – in poetry.
JEN HOLLYWhy do I paint a happy face every single holiday when they are a stinging reminder of what and who is absent.
JEN HOLLYBeing an empath is a gift – at the same time, you also carry the weight of the world.
JEN HOLLYWhy do I push up against the ones who will not have me like a wave pushing its way on the sand when my people are in the ocean and we naturally flow to protect each other.
JEN HOLLY