Work of Hearts

  See My Soul I want my heart to be seen Before anyone measures me Before numbers Before scales Before quiet glances that try to shape me Into something lighter to hold There’s already beauty within me It starts within my eyes  Because what I look toward What I pursue What I surrender to That's where real beauty lives I’m accepted now Not months from now Not after a transformation story Not in a before- and -after reveal Right now my soul is seen  And if one day I step on a scale and I’m lighter Let is be something that doesn’t Cost me my peace to gain Actually I want to gain Purpose Prayer Time The presence of God  Which already recognizes me I'll keep becoming my best Not for acceptance  But from it.  S. Ambrose, 2026

  Held They gave me a title before they gave me a goodbye Called me “Teacher of the Year:  Like it was a crown that couldn’t slip. I believed they chose me as much as I chose them Believed in the applause, the handshakes, and the nods  That said , “you matter here!” Maybe my grief began when I trusted again It’s never about one loss Not a job Not people Not a place that once felt like purpose That tried to stitch stitched itself into my soul as if it were my No-  It’s about the moment I realized I was temporary again When I was told I was essential It’s about another ending season that didn’t announce itself.  The part no one prepared you for is How something can celebrate you and still let you go How people  can see your heart and still release you without trembling It’s not just grieving the breathing It’s grieving believing words again. –Then the memories flood in– Friendships that felt like family until they felt like distance Relationships that spoke i...