just write it.

What are you waiting for? you know the words are right there ready to spill ready for truth telling ready for spell weaving ready to be told just sit down with an open journal and a smooth pen or the click – clack of typewriter keys and a pristine sheet …

poem for the world

listen, you, with your beach glass heart you, with your moonshine teardrops this is a poem for the world and this is only a poem for you both of those things are true and neither, really but either way you, love are holy so, hold your capacity for melancholy and …

"part of the journey is in knowing that our softness is not a sign of weakness, but rather where the very core of our strength resides" Jeanette LeBlanc

The Core Of Your Strength

they say you are soft? so be soft. you have nothing to prove. nothing to gain from a forced toughening of your wild soul. be soft 
because you can because you are because you know that it is life that has 
softened you that has taught you that hard is …

jeanette leblanc poetry

So This Is How It Is…..

so, this is how it is. you get picked last for the team left out of the plans excluded from the circle. the rejection letter arrives in the mail she picks the other girl the door you were about to walk through gets slammed hard in your face and you …

easy

am I too much for you? no, I’m not easy. don’t come to me for simple. you want that you’d best look somewhere else, dear i’ve got currents beneath my surface that will feel like ruthless riptides if you come too close without being ready to ride my waves i …

for all of this i honor you. a poem by jeanette leblanc

for all of this i honor you. {a new years poem}

For you, and for the lifetimes you’ve lived in one short year: For the endings, and the beginnings and all the spaces in between. For last year’s words and this years voice and for everything that must remain unsaid. For boldly speaking your truth and for all that you still …

You are still here. An poem to remind you: by Jeanette LeBlanc

you are still here: a poem to remind you

{Because there are times that the very force of your reality – the relentless pace, the depths of what has been won and lost and seen and done and of all that relies on you, the pressing weight that you feel when you first wake up in the morning and the inescapable pressure …