Writing to process
Does not come easy
Neither one seem
To coincide.
I'm either neck deep
In process
Or trying to write
Words up to brow full.
Spilling them out
So a breath can come
Letters run fast
Words come out slow
Daily they pull
Drawing me in
Then out to type
Prose from my soul.
I long to camp
Here for a while
Letting sentences escape
Drenching the page.
Boys unattended
Make their own mischief
Evening routine paused
So I can pour out.
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Who am I?
- Jennifer - Live Courageous!
- I have been married to my best friend for over 29 years and our children are 16, 15 and 12 years old. I have struggled with infertility, suffered the loss of a baby by miscarriage, and endured multiple career paths. I have experienced a crisis of faith that shook me to the core and lost dear friends to tragic death. I have a personal relationship with Jesus which is essential to surviving and even thriving in my circumstances. I hope you will be blessed by my heart and words. Thank you for being here..
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