She is Courage

She is not a bag or a box
To be shoved in a corner
Or placed on a shelf

She is insecurity
She is imagination
She is as strong
as she is emotional

She is a tender heart
That needs to be held
Not hidden

Let her out

She cannot grow into
Courage if she is not watered
With love.

Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks

This is one of those early morning poems that wake you up needing to be freed. We all have those little insecurities and quirks that just need our own acceptance before they can grow into our strengths. Whatever fear or part of yourself that you hide – stop. Don’t keep one bit of your brilliance hidden. Human beings are much too interesting to be perfect, and you are the sum of every imperfect thought, clumsily speech, heartbreak, and scar. Let the world see you.


When I start to doubt
the strength of my hands
and the reach of my arms

I remember that I’m loved
by a man who knows
my strength
and sees beyond the reach of
my doubts

And never lets me forget:
how incredible
how beautiful
how strong
I am.

Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks


My home is a cabin
on the edge of a current,
between the shore and the mountains,
guarded by tall, frightening trees
green with life and loving.

My home is a cabin
with steps leading up from
the barnacles bestrewed on the rocks
visited by small crabs with little claws
and my feet with little toes.

My home is a cabin
with a deck built of creaking wood
with crispy and wet flip flops,
grouped together in a sandy embrace,
whispering of fireworks and s’mores.

My home is a cabin
in the back of my mind
where only memories keep it lit,
the warm, orange light glowing beneath
the front door, always leading me back.

Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks

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A picture of the cabin my family would call home during the summer. It’s no longer ours; I have not been there for years.