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Not Weak Just Soft: a Poem
Not weak, just soft Not bitter, just hurt Not a pessimist, I learned Not lonely but armed with courage to step away from my own shadow if I may walk past its umbra and back to lighter shades Because one minute I’m swimming into hot springs and the next I’m flying in iced skies without wings Chasing warm fronts in snowstorms when I’m a nest, not a Holiday Inn, a Jolly Rancher, not a Junior Mint.
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Ups, Downs and The In-Betweens
Nothing worse to a writer than meeting blank pages on the daily and not meeting the rhymes or the lines she dreamt of on the night before the dark ages. The past year was one of my best writing years and it got me thinking; what the hell, Universe? How can a year that breaks you so stand out like a sword? I get it but I don’t. Still navigating my field and the feels, so old yet so real, and so new to getting used to my truth. Going through the highs and the lows, or should I say the blues of living your truth, which sometimes won’t add…
