I hope that every sip of your coffee reminds you of the simple pleasure of being alive— I hope there are mornings when you get to sip it slow,
By Stephanie Jarrell8 months ago in Poets
Grief doesn’t ask for permission. It moves in, takes up space, and rearranges your life without your consent. Leaving behind a hollow silence.
By Stephanie Jarrellabout a year ago in Poets
Sometimes, all you can do is keep reassuring yourself that one day, things won’t feel this way. Getting out of bed won’t always feel like a challenge
There was a lot of good But somewhere along the way, the good could no longer outweigh the bad. There was nothing good about realizing my love couldn’t fix your anger.
Under the aching Beneath the bruising I inhaled a sense of safety and exhaled the feeling of walking on eggshells. My mind searched for reasons to keep my walls up, but my soul let out a sigh of relief.
Fun fact: I really enjoy walking around a craft fair. Some events, the second I pull in, I immediately realize that good karma does exist.. because there are food trucks.
A smile doesn’t always mean someone is happy. There are people that exist in the world as if they didn’t cry themselves to sleep the night before.
By Stephanie Jarrell2 years ago in Poets
I’ve never really been afraid of the dark. When the power goes out, you have no choice but to embrace it because it is out of your control.
Our story, if written into words, would be one of those that couldn't be put down. The title that people blurt out when they want to boast about finishing an entire book in a day.
By Stephanie Jarrell3 years ago in Poets
You're the type that finds it hard to love without giving a part of yourself. This means you find it hard to lose without losing a part of yourself.
Souls are deep. Eyes speak loudly. Ego's hurt each other. Some smiles don't require words The scale doesn't represent how much weight you're actually carrying around.
There is something so effortless about the way you seek to understand people. The way you try to fix everyone around you while your own hands are shaking.
By Stephanie Jarrell4 years ago in Poets
