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For you whose light has been dimmed in an already dark world— For you whose voice has been muted in a loud screaming world— For you...
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Waking Up
Holding hands in the dark, the wash of moonlight spilling onto the sheets. A kiss on my cheek and a hug that lingers long enough to...
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The Box
And I sit here staring at the empty screen and the words simply don’t come out. They litter the floor of this box that surrounds me...
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Breathing The Air
We sit together like this every week, him and I, and talk about it all. It has been almost eight years now since life fell apart for...
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The Sun And Moon
There is a 6:15 am sunrise trying to climb above dark green mountains. The pale light starts to wake a sleepy sky, and creates...
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Toast And Coffee
She told me once that her depression was a howl with no end. And in her words, I could see the aching scream, moving like restless...
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Where I Don’t Belong
In today’s installment of what’s beautiful, I only first found what was broken, until I caught a fleeting glimpse of what laid...
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Fragile
In a different life, I took scalpel to skin, cut through fibrous layers of muscle and fascia to the very deepest core of our biology, ...
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Soaring
We could wait for a thousand days and nights, a lifetime really, to be given the green light. The sign that we are good enough to...
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Living Slow, Thinking Fast
Today was a day of living slow yet thinking fast, all of which is to say that life unfolded only in my head with little to no direct...
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All The Questions
Sometimes when the loudness around us has settled into a quiet lull, let’s ask each other all the questions that pulse deep within....
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Now
Somewhere between dreaming big and living in small, ordinary moments, I am lost without a compass. There are fleeting thoughts of ...
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Landscape
The landscape of my body holds stories that will never be told, perhaps even words that I have never known– ancient dictionaries...
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There Is Time
Within us echoes the quiet wail, “There is no time, There is no time.” Time is lost in the striving to fill empty spaces that can...
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Magic
A life lived in poetry is 10:08 pm on Monday night with my journal and pen and a restless, racing mind over tired shoulders that carry...
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Monday Morning
Monday morning at 7:03 am. A layer of gray is settling across the heavy closed sky and threatening Monday rain. The water creeps into...
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Anyways
Anyways, breathe. Breathe. Pausing here, as I write the words, to feel the oxygen filling me as if for the first time. Noticing. ...
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Belonging
Creeping through the hallways of my dreams What is true? What is the mind, spinning half awake half asleep half truths? Even in the...
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Sunrise
The blank page is like the blank morning sky at 5:30 and 6:10 and 6:30. A canvas I have seen infinite times before and yet never like...
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Dreams And Hail
Sometimes words visit me in the middle of the night, flashes of poetry and song. And I feel like a dreamcatcher, a witness of stories...