Keep your smile

For anyone who has ever needed to keep their smile… 🖊

My new poetry book!


Last year at this time, I was preparing for my Grandpa Doc’s funeral. The last time I saw him, he had asked me, yet again, when I was going to publish a book of poetry. I assured him I was still working on the collection, and I couldn’t wait for him to get his hands on a copy. He sent me the kindest notes after reading the poems I was sharing on my blog at the time. When one of my poems, inspired by my love for him, Absence of You, went viral last year, I knew it had to be included in my collection. I know Grandpa is watching over me and is smiling down on me right now, seeing the release of my collection, Absence of You. This is a book for anyone who has ever fallen in love, had a broken heart, or even given love another chance. Thanks to all of my readers on my author page who have been writing to me for the past two years asking for this book. While you might recognize a few poems, there are nearly sixty brand new poems for you to enjoy. The ebook is priced at only $0.99 because I want everyone to be able to download a copy to their smartphone or device. Here are all of the links to purchase Absence of You, including one if you’d like to order an autographed copy:

Amazon Kindle

Amazon Paperback

Autographed copies


Thanks to all for the love and support-(even if you’re just happy dancing with me)! God bless and love to you all! XO ~Sarah

Set me free


Bled onto pages 


I have words. 🖋❤️


Blanket of Clouds

Where your blanket of clouds meets the sunrise,

I see my dreams, a distant place

where peace fills my restless soul,

where I am whole again, I’m safe

The demons can no longer haunt me,

I’m home, I’ve been set free

Where your blanket of clouds meets the sunrise,

I glimpse a piece of all that might be.

~Sarah Elle Emm




Your scarf

I found your scarf
It broke my last fragment of peace
Tears welled up at once,
I collapsed to my knees

I crushed it in my grip
And pulled it to my face
Searching for something tangible,
Even the slightest trace

It had to hold a piece of you,
It would bring you back again
In the fibers of the wool,
I’d find your scent or feel your skin

Yet I came up empty,
But for tears falling anew
If only you were here,
You’d tell me just what I should do

I found your scarf
It broke my last fragment of peace
There’s nothing in that fabric,
just these haunting memories.

~Sarah Elle Emm