Good morning, all. Today’s beautiful contribution comes to us from a tremendously talented, kind-hearted, and all-around stellar human being. I’ve known Lauren for over five years now and every single time I get to talk with her, she just makes me feel like the world is a better place to be in.
The poem below, as well as two other, equally moving pieces, will be featured in “Wilderness of Soul” later this year!
Here’s a little about her:
Lauren Newman Lipp is a typical millennial that loves Harry Potter, early 2000’s emo music, and writing passionate pieces that reflect everyday life and struggles. She’s been expressing herself through the written word since her favorite teacher, Ms. Cowdry, taught her how to write in Kindergarten. Since then, she’s explored many forms of writing and loves the mighty power a pen can hold (although she sometimes ditches the pen for a keyboard). She earned a Bachelor’s degree from CSU Fort Collins in English, and her claim to fame is writing an A paper only hours before it was due in class. She has read “Othello” more times than she can count and loves to discuss the many complexities of Iago’s character. She spent some time teaching Language Arts and trying to pass along her love for reading and writing to 6th graders. These days, Lauren spends her time trying to make her husband laugh, playing with and chasing her toddler, and working on a novel about werewolves.
And now, Ladies and Gents; the incomparable Ms. Lauren:
Staring into my pre-portioned glass of red wine,
5 ounces exactly,
I beg for a revelation to fall over top of me.
To crumble over my shoulders and open my eyes wider.
A light to burn out the dark.
I just feel my edges fuzz, and my insides warm
And I do realize something.
Only one thing:
That I could
Dump the rest of the bottle into my glass,
Indulging in the “glug-glug”
That plays while pouring
Too fast with no control, no remorse…
And then just sip away
Till my eyes grow heavier and my edges blur.
But the idea that I could, scares me
And brings me closer
To the mother I don’t want.
I am also brought closer
To feeling empathy for her
Understanding, and now knowing
That “glug-glug” could sound
Inside my ringing ears.