“A Poem For You” by Cortney Joseph

time seems to have stopped, life frozen in place. yet it feels as if an eternity has passed since i've seen your face. i find myself lost in sorrow and tears, day after day. wonder if you've found peace in the heavenly fields where you lay.

Finding Faith (A Novella) – Part 2

PREVIOUSLY : Finding Faith (A Novella) – Intro PREVIOUSLY : Finding Faith (A Novella) – Part 1 _______   Part 2 : No Fight Left/Letting Go _______   There seemed to be a breakthrough. The sun seemed to shine a bit more with Lena in Faith's corner. She'd found her desire to get up and…

Finding Faith (A Novella) – Part 1

PREVIOUSLY : Finding Faith (A Novella) – Intro _______   Part 1 : What Do The Lonely Do?   _______   Weeks had passed since Faith locked herself away with nothing more than embittered feelings and a broken heart. Dark thoughts running rampant as she made a futile attempt to remove herself from a world that…

Finding Faith (A Novella) – Intro

Intro : No 'Good' In Goodbye   _______   The cloud on which she rested comfortably dissipated without warning. Like the world crumbling at her feet, Faith Porter felt herself falling face first. Time stopped, freezing on a moment she'd never forget no matter how hard she tried. Her chest rose and fell, words only…

The 25th (Part 6 of 6) by Cortney Joseph

I took a deep breath, preparing myself to cry. The way I do every year, but something different happened. I laid there all the way until it got to the part of the song where Ice Cube began running off crimes that white people commit but blame black folks for, and nothing happened. No tears, no sense of heaviness, no sense of failure.

The 25th (Part 5 of 6) by Cortney Joseph

Though I was exhausted, having worked a few extra hours the day before… I made it a point to get up early this saturday morning. The 29th, and while I have this stupid competition I let Justin and my sister talk me into doing, that the creators decided at the last minute to change the time for, I also need to see my daddy this morning. To see him, and to give him his copies of my last two poetry collections.

The 25th (Part 4 of 6) by Cortney Joseph

Thankfully today, I got off early, and tomorrow, the 22nd, I have the day off. I knew that if I was finally going to get serious about doing this competition, and working towards feeling better about myself in general, I had to buckle down. That starts today, and if I have to keep my ass in the house and work all evening and night, then so be it.

The 25th (Part 3 of 6) by Cortney Joseph

He folded his arms across his chest and began mocking me. “Ugh, I wouldn’t dare get on stage. They’ll take one look at my fat ass and know that I’m a terrible writer. But you don’t do that, huh? Not that you’re even fat or overweight, but that’s what you call yourself, so-”