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Ever been excited to suffer? Me neither. Sorry for assuming your answer, but I’d imagine that suffering is the least sought out part of the human experience. When does it become affective? When its towards growth. Sure, I don’t look forward to the work, exhaustion, change of routine, hours learning, unlearning, and relearning. I never…
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I sit here in the armchair listening to the speaker play a song on repeat. I’ll spare you the reason. My life is a house in progress built by several bricks of experience. I wouldn’t be who I am today had it not been for the pain, suffering, love, joy, and chaos. The whole of…
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Think twice before you run Like Iquoris towards the sun My mind has a mind of its own Sprouts rise from seeds its sown I’ve conquered my psychopathy When I see the mirror, I see me For those who wonder or want to know Yes, I did in fact grow
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I’m a whimsical girl Full of wonder Full of lore There is the tea On a shelf at a store Everything you do Proves me right You wanted a hold A grasp so tight Choke on your dose Of your daughter’s soul You missed those moments When I became whole
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Breathe the petals of curls Fluorescent light, string of pearls Thorns shoot from the stem Threading new silk in a hem I stare into his ocean blues In silence, watching his ques Why does love feel this way? Like finding your needle inside of hay Better not drop it back in the stack Guess my…
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Write about the pain that shoots through your heart Wherever you were, they’d tear you apart Write about the way they buried your name Like your soul was a pawn in their toxic game Write about how you outsmarted them all Straightened your back and stood up tall Write about how you found peace leaving…
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On the first warm day Thaw smell in the air The sun will warm my skin Wind will knot my hair The grass will dance And I’ll feel at ease Under a swaying branch Of my maple trees
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One day when I’m withered and old After the trees fall bare and the air turns cold I’ll look at the peaks all around The snow on the ground muffling sound And wince at what could have been Had I not chosen peace Had I not looked within
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My cousin had a lot to say to me over New Year’s Eve at that snowy mountain mansion. The same Green Mountains that fostered my healing became a pit of snakes the second I walked through the all-too-familiar door of my aunt’s home. Two things I learned from hearing about myself from someone who watched…
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I sometimes wonder where I could be had I not lit a match and set it all on fire. What would my life look like had I stayed and swept up the dirt that had become caked onto the floor, an endless task it was, lying to myself about my own happiness. Change is hard,…
Sharon Rose 