I originally started putting this book together to share with my family. I love you very much and don't get to spend as much time with you as I'd like. But I am so thankful to have you all. Maybe this can be a way for you to get to know me better.
I have been writing poems for over ten years now. It has always been a way to get out what I am feeling, and deal with what I am going through. I learn a lot about myself after reading a poem I’ve just finished. I learn a lot about God’s grace and love and longsuffering toward me after reading an old poem. He’s brought me through a great deal. He’s always been the answer to every problem. The means of every comfort. The reason for every poem.
I am dreadful bad at narrative and prose. I hate writing letters, notes, birthday cards, etc. I never know what to say in them. When a dear friend has a birthday, I write her a poem. When my sister is going through a breakup, I write her a poem. When my family’s world is falling apart, you guessed it – poem. They may never see them, I may never be that bold. But no matter how cowarddess* I may, poem it is.
Some things I can write about. Others not so easily. Some never at all. Some I’ve kept. Some I’ve lost. Some I’ve erased because they were too much for me. Some I look back on and cringe. Some I smile. Some I laugh at… without much sympathy. Anatome contains just a few of them. And I thank my God for them. They are lessons. They are blessings. They are pieces of joy and pain and guilt and redemption written down on paper. Records of my God’s provisions and my own stupidities. They are me. My makeup. My anatomy. Enjoy.
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