Posted on April 27, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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I’m unravelling myself. Little by little, I am pulling at the threads that make up who I am. Every freckle that marks my skin, the sound of my voice when I whisper secrets to myself in the comfort of night, the shape of my… Continue Reading “A Handful of Stars – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: cosmic, Eyes, finding, freckles, Learning, map, rainbow, Skin, stardust, the red thread, Thread, unravel, voice, Whisper
Posted on February 25, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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when I look in the mirror I shift and change in front of my eyes becoming someone I never thought possible I look at my reflection and I wonder who formed the idea of what I should look like I’ve watched as I took… Continue Reading “I’m Tired of Hating My Body – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: aging, body, body disphoria, Flesh, heart, Mind, Miracle, Perception, Personality, reality, reflection, spirit, weight, wisdom
Posted on February 21, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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I pull a photograph of you from an album and I take in the shape of your smile, the brightness in your eyes. Looking at your face now, I realize that I had no idea our paths would diverge like tree branches. Though we… Continue Reading “A Photograph on the Tree of Life – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: branches, diverge, friendship, goodbye, impact, Memory, photographs, positive, Saying Goodbye, Time, Tree of Life, trees
Posted on February 15, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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Many years ago, I gave you my heart. It was battered and there were scars that ran across its surface. It didn’t like to be touched and there were staples, tape and elastic bands holding it together after being broken so many times before.… Continue Reading “You Have My Heart – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: elastic band, heal, heart, hold, honour, Love, love day, Promise, staples, tape, valentines day
Posted on February 13, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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I’m not afraid. As I look at the mountain in front of me, I know that I’m not ready, but I will have to be. As I look at the ravine that I must cross, I know that no sane person would dare try,… Continue Reading “Finite and Made of Stars – A Poem”