And in a strange and terrifying flutter of wings, or maybe in a wave wake of a ship, my first book is out in the world.
Ocean Growing, by Meghan Bennett, available on Amazon and Kindle now and 5ever. It’d mean the world to me if you got a copy, left a review, shared with a friend ❤ It's so daunting to put your heart out into the world, but here goes.
xx,
Meg.
It’s my own fault that I’ve forgotten
what my hands feel like when they’re being held.
You can’t dig your own grave then sue the coffin maker.
I used to think loving others made up for not being loved.
Like having a heart too big to hold between two palms was a
good thing, a proud thing, a noble thing.
I used to think if I kept my head down long enough then one day
I would look up at exactly the right moment,
but never let myself wonder how I’d know that moment when it came.
When you’re only ever staring at your shoes
no one’s gonna fall in love with the top of your head.
When you’re only ever staring at your shoes
you’ll never recognize love by their toes.
Holding your own hand ever only makes your arms tired.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t kept practicing.
Love’s fingers have promised they’ll fit perfectly.
Love’s fingers haven’t tried mine on for size.
poetgoes 