A Labor of Love
Yes!! Wrapping up some final details with Pain is Fertile Ground. Please know that writing is a labor of love. Your creation is a part of you. So, essentially as writers we're giving a piece of ourselves away when we share our work with the world. But, I trust and know that God's design is perfect and He would not have instructed me to release this collection if someone didn't need it.
I also firmly believe that once I release a book it’s no longer mine. It belongs to you! It’s no longer my story or the stories of the one’s who inspired me. It’s YOUR story. We are truly more alike than different, and although I don’t know your specific pain, I know pain. You don’t know my specific pain, but you know pain. THAT is how we connect—honoring the common human story reflected in our daily lives.
My prayer is that my poetry arrives where it is needed. I sincerely appreciate my current supporters and those to come!
For your reading and listening pleasure, here’s a peek at some poetry in Pain is Fertile Ground--releasing this month:
"At the same time, your voice gives me pleasure and pain.
I also firmly believe that once I release a book it’s no longer mine. It belongs to you! It’s no longer my story or the stories of the one’s who inspired me. It’s YOUR story. We are truly more alike than different, and although I don’t know your specific pain, I know pain. You don’t know my specific pain, but you know pain. THAT is how we connect—honoring the common human story reflected in our daily lives.
My prayer is that my poetry arrives where it is needed. I sincerely appreciate my current supporters and those to come!
For your reading and listening pleasure, here’s a peek at some poetry in Pain is Fertile Ground--releasing this month:
"At the same time, your voice gives me pleasure and pain.
At the same time, I am confused and know all the answers.
At the same time, loving you feels complete and loving you makes me feel empty."
© 2015 Trinka Polite ~ Excerpt from Decisions
"Nothing lasts forever.
That’s the lesson that I’ve learned.
Smiling faces sometimes fade.
Some bridges were meant to be burned.
Stop singing bird! You just may need that cage.
You may not last long any other way.
There is no other side to check to see if the grass is green.
And getting up on either side of the bed can make you just as mean."
© 2015 Trinka Polite ~ Excerpt from Face the Facts
Poetry reading: Our Forever © 2015 Trinka Polite
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