All posts by When Poetry Heals

Hello, I'm a Suicide Prevention Advocate utilizing poetry and personal experience of overcoming postpartum depression to inspire beauty from pain. I'm available to talk at schools, hospitals, churches, etc. -wherever someone needs to hear the message, I am more than willing to share.

Heaven’s Rain

The mountains that had me overwhelmed

has flattened to an open plain;

I can stand in my situation

for I hear the sound

of impending rain.

It’s gonna rain in abundance.

The rivers will overflow.

It’s not what I see

but by faith,

it’s what I know.

I expect it,

I’m prepared for it

and I’m declaring

it to the air;

for though I

have yet to receive it,

my transition is near.

My heart and mind is focused

on keeping this vision in sight.

It may appear impossible,

BUT it will work out alright!

I perceive green grass around me

as I stand firm on this barren plain;

I can hear the thunder sounding

alerting heaven’s rain.

voice of the unborn child

Rain’s Voice

Can you hear the voice of the unborn child

Unwanted, discarded, and sometimes reviled


An immature fetus without a grave

Never heard the story Jesus saves

A tiny soul lost to tomorrow

Without the experience of earth’s joy or sorrow


The angels look and sigh

The tiny voice cries

But mama can’t hear

So mama never answers.

Share The Message

Rain’s Voice

I came to earth gave you all that I had

Taught you all that I knew

Held nothing back from you

I fed you with heaven’s multiplied meals

Touched your scars so you can see them heal

At my command your brother rose from the dead

And your uncle with legions; restored from inner hell

Your sister, whose condition was making her weak,

With a touch of my garment her issue did cease

I spat in your father’s eyes, he saw men like trees


Then saw men as they were meant to be

And so your my witness in all the earth

Share the message of the virgin birth


So men will know the truth

My life…

My death…

was a redemption

for you.

Depression in the pandemic

So today is perhaps my thirtieth day of officially being quarantined; honestly, I’ve lost count. It is enough that I’m constantly referring to my phone to recall the day of the week, for the longer I am in quarantine the more the days just seem to blur together …composed of uneventful routines. How many times can one wash the dishes or wipe down counters without feeling utterly bored and unproductive?! It is this idle time that gives leeway to dark contrary thoughts of financial woes, governmental conspiracy, emptying supermarket shelves, rising death tolls, etc.

How can one hinder the stressors of our present state living situation from becoming overwhelming and falling into a state of depression when the news and social media is constantly giving stats on the rate of illness, reporting the number of deaths, and showing pictures of cars lined up at a food bank waiting to get something to take home to their families?! On top of this, there is an increase in individuals loosing their source of income and the unemployment telephone number is constantly blaring busy signals: making it impossible for someone to file or claim unemployment benefits. For anyone who experiences anxiety and is prone to depression, there is a constant warfare going on in the mind. I daily …hourly …moment by ‘hand ticking on the clock moment’ have to remind myself this is not the end. This is an event the world is experiencing together and even in the darkest moment of doubt, I AM NOT ALONE!

If you are going through anything similar to what I am experiencing, then trust you have others who completely understand the waking up in tears, the night sweats, the inability to fall asleep, the worrying over how bills will get paid, and how this ‘April’s distance equals May’s existence’ will truly impact our kids’ education …I get it! We are in the same boat and WE WILL GET THROUGH THIS TOGETHER!

Love Is…

Rain’s Voice

Love is …my father’s hug

My mother’s kiss on the forehead

My brothers’ teasing  

My sisters’ laughing

My nephews’ playing ball

My nieces’ dancing

My daughter’s tiny ‘lil hands

Love is …memories

Of Sunday morning worship

At the ‘lil gray church

The house we grew up in  

Family dinners at Thanksgiving

Christmas wrapping all over  

Mommy’s living room floor

Love is …moments

Moments that are simply unforgettable

Like graduation and weddings

The birth of a new addition

Like Charms declaring she was gonna have twins

And Ian strutting 28th Street in ‘50s clothing


When I recall

I realize I’ve been truly blessed  

My journey is not yet complete  

But with God on my side

And the love of family

I will overcome, one trial at a time

Love is …the strength to face tomorrow.

Life lesson learned through personal experience: No family is perfect. We disagree, have miscommunications, don’t speak on a daily basis but when one falls ill the whole gang pulls together and for that I’m grateful. They are the annoying individuals that give you criticism and support all in one sentence. BLESSED.