• Victoria Monet

Why I Write #1

I write to survive

Porcelain plates hitting tile floors

And screams so loud

You can’t drown them out

With earphones

I write to hide

A little lamp inside

My bedroom fort,

A hobbit hole

Draped with sheets and blankets,

Spring breeze bustling through,

A sunshine kiss on my cheek,

Bare feet strolling through soft grass

I write to defy

Shadows lurking behind,

Turn around

Give them the middle finger

Watch them run and hide

When the tip of my pen

Touches the paper

I write to come alive

From my restless heart searching

For something, someone,

Somewhere my face feels spring

And I can’t hear their screams

And I don’t have to check behind my shoulder

I just walk

with bare feet

in the soft grass

a sunshine kiss on my cheek

5 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All
About Me

At heart, I'm a poet and theologian. I want to meet others in the space of words where, together, we can dig deeper to see the layers of God's attributes in our experiences. Thank you for joining me on this journey as we venture to see the beauty of God in the world around us. 


Read More


Join My Mailing List