SHE WAS MY BEGINNING
GRACEFUL BEAUTY, BREWED WITH TIME
SHE WAS MY BEGINNING
The moment I laid eyes on her—
I had just finished screaming,
So naturally, my eyes were watery.
But even through the blur,
I made it a point to look at her in all her glory.
Not because I already knew her—
But because of something deeper,
something unseen,
Gently lifted my chin to bask in her beauty.
And in that moment, I knew.
I was exactly where I was meant to be.
In her arms.
Without hesitation—safe.
ELIZABETH LINDA BREWER
SHE WAS MY BEGINNING
GRACEFUL BEAUTY, BREWED WITH TIME!
I love you, MOM!
Love always,
Your son.
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Jasper Blackwood
Married and grounded in love. Investigative journalist driven by truth, not trends. I mentor, lead, and confront systems—not symptoms. Tension sparks action. Injustice fuels purpose. Believe. Act. Change.
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Where the Cold Warms Me
JOURNAL ENTRY | " Devastated" People ask me sometimes how I'm feeling. And when I say " devastated ", they think it's too much too dramatic. But it's not. I say " devastated " because I lived more than I can explain. I have PTSD, sure, but it's deeper than that. What I feel is like post-secondary trauma- Pain that echoes long after the wound. Pain that just shows up because I'm awake. Pain that lingers in the fact that I'm still conscious. It's not physical. It's something colder. Sometimes I wake up and feel like I'm buried. Not in a coffin- But in the dirt. And I can taste the soil. I can smell the earth like it's been packed into my lungs. I feel like I've died. And something disturbed me. And now I'm awake- but not at peace.So I go outside into the cold and let the chill hit me, because sometimes that coldness feels like the only honest thing. And as I stand there, freezing, something strange happens- I warm up.It's not suicidal.It's not hopelessness.It's a longing. Grief for peace! And it doesn't just go away just because the sun comes up.I'm not saying it because this is so someone can worry about me. No not at all! This journal is where I can breathe out.
By Jasper Blackwood9 months ago in Writers
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Your poem is beautiful. I can feel how deeply you loved her—how safe and seen she made you feel from the very beginning. She must have been an incredible woman to raise someone as kind, loving, and thoughtful as you. Thank you for sharing her with us. I see your version of her in you every day.