Poetry, Unsent Letters

Poem: I Am that I Am

Finding the balance between selfless and self-sacrifice

Your lips on hers and the cold wind caressing mine

The space between your growth; spiritual awakening

And my seemingly endless sleepless nights

It’s the distance of space and time and we always come back – isn’t that right?

I try to remember, the oceans and a dream of lavender and the trailer my dad died in

A lake in between to cross to his new home, so different

A space in between, the balance of you and me 

It’s not that far and it’s always been right there, on the tip of my tongue

In each moment of despair

The way I knew she was gone before the doctor’s declared – her heart was still beating but her soul was no longer there

So close to crossing that ocean but not to die – I hope not to die

Just to understand and to finally feel like I am alive, no longer haunted upstairs

When I cry for you, for him, for God – no longer screaming at my mother to remind her she is gone

Finding the balance between you and me

The cards say yes, give it a year, and let him dream 

Of the space between my growth; spiritual awakening

Until this witching hour ends and a new night begins

It’s how it always happens when the veil is thin, we return to each other time and time again

Am I waking up to the memories of now, before, after – a dream of hope, a dream to come

The atmosphere is between us but if I leave, can I still breathe?

A space between, the balance of you and me

I have to believe because the moment I stop, wait what was I saying? It’s on the tip of my tongue

In this moment of despair

I know this is chosen and if I could just remember then maybe I wouldn’t be here – I’d be back home, a place my soul can no longer go

So close to crossing these ocean galaxies, but not to die – Dear god please don’t let this mean I am going to die

Just to understand to reach out and finally touch your hand – no longer haunted upstairs

When I run to you now, you will always be there – not hidden or just out of reach because I belong

In the space between selfless and self-sacrifice

I choose me. I choose you. And I do this every single time

I come back into the fold for a moment, stepping behind the veil

Of you

Of me

It’s always been you

It’s always been me

My sun, my moon, my stars

I am your galaxy

I am that I am

And I will always continue to be

For you

For me

Poetry

To Walk Away – A Poem About Leaving the Mormon Church

It’s been hard letting go something that was so central to my life. Yet at the same time it was something that caused a lot of trauma in my life. Be sure to subscribe to my YouTube for more content! I also have a Patreon with lots of exciting things being shared. Visit @ linktr.ee/janexrochester for more info!

Can you give me some comfort

Can you offer some peace?

I feel as though I’m forsaking God

Because it seems like He’s forsaken me

“The Church is perfect but the people are not”

How can you say that? Have you forgot – 

The words from prophets they claimed were inspired

The lies, the abuse; I shrink away from the hand of God

I want to believe. I don’t want to walk away.

It’s just so painful to stay

Can you give me some comfort?

Can you offer some peace?

I’d ask my Heavenly Father 

But it seems He doesn’t listen to me

“Doubt your doubts”, “Invite the spirit.”

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to feel it.

You invalidate my trauma, claiming it was inspired

A spiritual lesson learned; I shrink away from the hand of God

I want to ask for help. I want to pray.

It’s just so painful to stay.

Can you give me some comfort?

Can you offer some peace?

God knows my soul is wearing thin

Its too much to bear. I beg of you, of anyone, please hear me

“Choose the Right”, “Blessings come when we keep the commandments”

I guess I’ve failed and I’ve been abandoned

Everything is gonna be okay, so called blessings that are inspired

Unconditional love but conditional peace; I shrink away from the hand of God

I want to be loved. I want more than anything to stay.

It’s just so painful to walk away.

Book Reviews

Book Review: Rest in the Mourning

You most likely have already seen r.h. Sin’s poetry floating around as quotes on Facebook pages such as Word Porn. In fact, that is exactly why I decided to buy one of his (to be honest, I’m not sure if the poet is male or female) books. I walked into the Barnes and Noble looking for a different poetry book, and ended up asking about r.h. Sin. Without even flipping through the pages, I decided to purchase the book. At first, when I started flipping through the pages, I was a bit disappointed. Most of the poems were very short. The exactly 3-5 lines one would see posted on said quote pages. Then, I realized the poems read like a story, and they didn’t need to be more than a couple lines because r.h. Sin did something that not many writers can. He conveyed pages and pages of emotions in a few short lines.

Despite wanting to read a few poems a day, I couldn’t seem to pull myself away from this book. Like I said, it read like a heartbreaking story that held within it life-altering pieces of wisdom. I’ll be honest, I haven’t read any modern poetry since I was a teenager. I adore poetry, but I tend to have preference towards the classics. I’m beyond grateful that I picked this book up. I have currently purchased another one of his poetry collections, and I am beyond excited to read it.

Even if you don’t like poetry, I highly suggest giving this a read.  Of course, I give this 5 out of 5 stars. 

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