Posted on June 13, 2026
by Jamieson Wolf
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When we found each other, I had been wandering the desert for far too long. My skin had become chapped by the wind that whipped around me, a barrier built by hate from others who didn’t care to understand me and from myself, all… Continue Reading “Waling the Desert Sands – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: Alone, attraction, barrier, clearity, Desert, hate, Hope, inward, Jamieson Wolf, lonley, Love, love poem, mirage, poem, Poetry, Self Hate, Whirlwind, wind
Posted on August 22, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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I was diagnosed with relapse and remitting multiple sclerosis twelve years ago today. I’ve been trying to think of what this means to me. Living with a chronic illness on top of a physical disability has not been an easy road, but it’s one… Continue Reading “The Wisdom of Trees – A Poem”
Category: MS, PoemsTags: Diagnosis, Disability, disease, Hope, journey, learn, let go, life, Mental Health, Multiple Sclrosis, Poetry, Reflect, Relapse and Remitting, Twelve Years, Welcome In, writing
Posted on June 22, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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I have been trying to find my way through the hills and valleys of myself. It’s been a slow peeling back of the terrain that my body holds so that I can see what it hides underneath. There are veins that run in the… Continue Reading “The Deep Terrain – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: birds, blooming, body, Cascade, chains, Change, Cycle, Dark, deep, Deep Terrain, earth, Freedom, growth, Hatred, hide, hills, Hope, key, life, life force, light, Love, mountains, poem, Poetry, Release, rocks, secrets, self-hate, self-worth, Shame, Skin, terrain, underneath, valleys, water, writing
Content Warning: This poem contains scenes of hunting, violence and sexual assault. I went with you. It was what you most loved to do, you said. You didn’t tell me that your favourite thing to do was to hunt. I didn’t know this until… Continue Reading “The Felling of a Deer – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: deer, gun, healing, Hold On, Hope, hunting, let go, Memory, nature, pain, poem, protection, sexual assualt, Survival, survive, torment
Posted on April 15, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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There is a compass within my skin. When I was younger, I believed that it would point me towards my destiny but I seemed to lose my way. When I was older, I thought that the compass would lead me to my wish granted,… Continue Reading “Times Compass – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: compass, direction, Eight Years, Hope, Husband, light, Love, magic, poem, Time, Wedding Anniversary, writing