A Broken Beauty


Within this collection are the stories of men and women who were willing to tell me their hurts, habits, hang-ups, past, loves, and losses. I then took their stories and created a poem for each one.

I would love to write your story as a poem. If you would possibly like to be included, please feel free to scroll to the bottom of this page and fill out the contact form. I would love to include your beautiful brokenness in this collection of stories. Your brokenness could help someone else in his or her journey.

The Broken Beauty Collection can be accessed by clicking the Poetry link in the menu, and then clicking Broken Beauty. Below this title are the names of all the friends who were willing for their stories to be told. Please feel free to read, comment, and share for others to find healing. You can also access the poems by clicking on their individual names here:

Amy, Antonio, Dana, Diana, Diann, Emily, Gina, Hannah, Jeanne, Jessica, Kylla, Lauren, Me, Paula, Rebecca, Remi, Shahla, Traci

Below are two poems that chronicle why I began writing the Broken Beauty poems. Scroll to read them both and to find the form if you’d like your story to be considered as an addition to the collection.


I am broken.

We are all broken.

I am going to heart-share the stories of the broken –

the paths the broken have taken to beauty.

Their stories do not belong to me.

They belong to the Savior.

Sharing our brokenness gives testimony to His greatness.

His refinement.

His knowledge of all things working together for good.

His wild ability to soothe us in the firestorm.

I am thankful for these stories.

For the sweet sisters who tore their hearts and gave them to me.

Our prayer is the beauty shines through the broken to grant Him glory.
We give You the glory, Father of our stories.

From the broken to the Only Beauty.

The only One who remains steadfast in the seeming silence.

The Jesus of hope

The Spirit of truth

The God of eternity.

We give our stories to You.





Being broken is beautiful.
Broken keeps me on my knees.
The refining fire sears through brokenness and makes me new.
The beauty of broken is total dependence on the Creator.

A broken people have broken stories.
Broken binds us together – common is found in the broken.
Broken need not be hidden…
…because when we are open and broken the Spirit flows free.

It is a broken beauty.

If you’d like to be considered for a poem in the Broken Beauty Collection, please fill out the following form. Carrie will be in contact with you. Thank you for being willing to share your heart!