Stumble Forward

By Miranda Diggle

Stumble Forward is a collection of poetry which was written through a period of darkness, which encouraged the author to search within herself for emotional and spiritual growth. The book itself is an example and the result of perseverance and a willingness to keep moving forward even in our darkest hours. There is always the possibility to arrive at a destination if one keeps moving—a forward momentum. We may well stumble, but we will stumble forward.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Nov 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098341152

Book preview

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My anxious heart has left me teetering, on that edge where I have felt the earth crumble beneath the soul of my nakedness. I have awakened in screaming horror from a comfortable nothing into a world I have often wanted no part of.

The words offered to me, Your Pain Is Your Power, seemed foreign, cruel and unfathomable. Yet, these five words, this direction given to me was, and is, the power I will always rely on truly, because pain has been an energizing force for finding who I am. I was lost. Yet, I have discovered there is no Goliath I cannot defeat when I partner with my God and those, He has allowed on this journey with me.

[The Departure]

My words won’t cooperate

I struggle to create—

To transform lines, to turn words into rivers,

Turn sad truths into rhymes— 

Nothing lovely will turn heads,

Neither beauty nor talent nor speech which is wise. 

My heart’s fire, its embers are

Fading with the moon’s clear shining,

Or gone at morn’s early dawning. 

A glow which only my soul can spark

Which begs me to reveal my heart.

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Transparency

The man I met the other day,

I’ve met before.

Deja vu?

That passing glance, in any case,

A swell of unexpected memory, somehow gore.

Across the river, off I go.

What happened then will not let go.

Although I buried deep the flesh

who stripped the meaning from my voice,

Life took its course and death took part

Was it resurrected not by choice?

My soul is choked,

My spirit spent.

This thief is back.

Does he pay rent?

Determine to march or lose the fight?

Is what I ask myself tonight.

How much of David lives in me?

Questions form—questions swarm.