Alexa Loryn
The journal · Poetry

Poems From
a Quiet Place

Poems written in every season since I was nineteen. Many of them are incomplete thoughts, and I’ve learned to love that. Healing doesn’t always come in full sentences.

65 poems
I roamed the streets of France thinking of a time that was no longer there
From “I Roamed,” May 2026
Lord, give breath to my present and my future
From “Still Me,” May 2022
Poem of the season Your presence is but a sweet aroma,awakening me from the very depths,speaking to dead bonesto come alive again… Awaken A poem about God’s presence breathing life back into the places that felt dead. Jul 1, 2026 · 1 min read Read the Poem

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65 poems
Years she spent sacrificing Live Your Today There she was sitting alone at the table. She ordered her meal. Years she spent sacrificing for her children, her once husband, and family… Jul 16, 2026 · 1 min read Speaking to dead bones to come alive again Awaken Your presence is but a sweet aroma, awakening me from the very depths, speaking to dead bones to come alive again… Jul 1, 2026 · 1 min read I roamed from city to city searching for answers I Roamed I roamed from city to city searching for answers, thinking of “where I should be.” I dreamt of my dad… May 25, 2026 · 1 min read I realized it was just a memory I Sat... Sitting in the living room I sat there hearing family members laughing, seeing their smiles and joy. Except I realized it was just a memory… Jun 19, 2025 · 1 min read You live daily in my heart Your Absence How does your absence feel like a moment yet also so far at the same time? You live daily in my heart… Jul 25, 2023 · 1 min read What hit me most was the lies I accepted When You Feel Like an Option I thought seeing you with “her” would hit me harder. But what hit me most was the lies I accepted from you… Feb 28, 2023 · 1 min read In the silence oh, God I hear the stillness Still Me In the silence oh, God I hear the stillness. I feel your peace come upon me, putting my mind and heart at ease… May 29, 2022 · 1 min read The pretty picture you painted was a facade Facade I fell for the idea of who you said you were. The pretty picture you painted was a facade of who you really are… May 25, 2022 · 1 min read Alone with our thoughts, we sometimes despair The Silence In those moments of silence you can feel the thick of the air. Alone with our thoughts, we sometimes despair… Dec 7, 2020 · 1 min read
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