A raw free verse poem written during one of the most difficult seasons of my life—when I was emotionally drained and spiritually weary. This piece echoes the quiet truth of what it feels like to keep pushing when you’re past empty.
Vicky Edwards is a writer, storyteller, and lifelong observer of life’s everyday messes. She blogs about memories, grandkids, life, and all the weird little moments in between—some of it’s true(ish), some of it’s not, but it’s all accompanied by a tear or a smile. She’s written for The DeQueen Dispatch, contributed to national history projects, and served as an editorial assistant for The Lindenwood Review.