I prayed for a reprieve
I felt like I could finally breathe
All that ruminating started to leave
I could talk to my tribe about my beef
I’ve been walking through my grief
Emotional turf stolen by a thief
But then I honed in on my power
Blew past all that was sour
After surviving witching hours- for four and half weeks
Navigating through the lows and the peaks
Peace is all I seek
Angry began to leave
Black clouds started to cease
Ain’t no time to hate
I was getting over the wait

Today was a blessed reprieve
Because for a moment I was able to breathe


  • Jen Whitney

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    Inspired and Inspire! Truth dweller of raw grit; exposed and naked on the page. Learning. Evolving. Emerging. What a ride! Co-parent to three. Director.  Poet. Writer. Space- Explorer. Transformed my life. Lost the mental weight, lost 60 pounds, created space, filled with self-love, now use the word impossible with caution. —— We are all worthy of self-respect and self-responsibility and we can prove it in our actions. Let's go get it!