Amanda Lynn Jones

Dad's  Love  I  Never  Knew

There’s love I barely knew

I never quite outgrew

My heart still makes a painful sound

From years when dad was not around

I’m old enough and on my own

But somehow I still feel…

I wrote The Torment Away From God when I was suffering the harmful effects of religious and emotional abuse. I believed in a God that I had to earn my approval and love from. I thought I had to work…

This is a poem that reflects the struggle it is to accept abuse. I wrote this back in 2019 and was having the most difficult time placing blame on my abusers. I still believed that I was the problem because…

The pain I know is great, I think about my fate

I wish I didn’t feel this way, My soul is in it’s own decay

Disintegration started, With the child inside of me

neglect was there and charted, Although my…

This is a poem I wrote back in October of 2022. I don't know about you but I have the seasonal depression and triggers that hit right around that time of year. I grew up working a dairy farm and…

We all experience loss in life. I’d like to think that what we write can keep the memories alive of those we love. This is a poem dedicated to Justin. I’ve never been the same since you left this earth…

This is a poem I wrote back in 2019

The God above is whom I seek

The one so pure, so kind, and meek

His presence I cannot describe

No human words would satisfy

The lord must know what I…

This is a poem I wrote back in 2018.

Woe, Woe is me

I am nothing without thee

My sinful nature, my DNA

I try to hide, but still display

I overexert to bury my hurt

How lowly I am…

Don’t trust your gut. 

Okay, maybe that view is a little extreme, but hear me out. I was scraping what looked like one foot of snow off my car. The rumble started like a bowling ball thundering toward the pins…

Dear Dad, 

You were wrong about me. 

I didn’t become a promiscuous bar girl. I didn’t run away with alcohol. I didn’t turn to the devil like you said I would. Tattoos didn’t send me down a bad path or…

So, playing guitar hit harder when I was younger… 

It was and still is a tool that helps me survive the effects of years of ongoing trauma I experienced. As a teenager I was very isolated and wasn’t allowed to…

You know, I’ve been watching this trial unfold. Hearing the details of this case has reminded me of my own journey from abusers. There are so many points I could hit but I wanted to talk about one in particular…