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Her Best Friend

She had a best friend once, someone she should have loved, for they’d shared hopes and dreams and everything in-between. She had a best friend slip away, the dear friend she’d held, whose tears she’d caught, whose hope became naught. … Continue reading

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The Journey that Mattered

There was wondering who she was, and then there was finding herself. There was discovering judgement, and there was uncovering the hate. There was also uncovering the love, when it was brave enough to speak. There was recognizing the fear, … Continue reading

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Internal Progression

Run. To run. Running. Oppression crushing, a step by step progression seeking sanctuary. Lifeless wanderer looking for life, her life, what it’d be to live without lies. Search. To search. Searching. Cradling self-awareness, carved staircase curling around truth denied. Each … Continue reading

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There is You

There’s no failure, but instead the learning you must do. There’s no wishing, but instead opportunities waiting for you. There’s no better path, but instead the path you choose. There’s no inferiority, but instead the uniqueness that makes you new. … Continue reading

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The Gifting

It was her spirit, she could hear it, calling to her from a place deep inside, begging her not to hide, begging her to open her soul to the world. It was a gifting, her heart lifting, finding love in … Continue reading

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Invisible

A marble bench, the living passing by, “In Memory,” the bench declared to those approaching from behind. Looking ahead, couples merged, that life, was for her the life that never was, society rendering her unheard. The hollowness bestowed, she’d filled … Continue reading

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Who She’d Be

They told her she’d never be good enough, that her worthiness qualified her for nothing. They judged, seeing her like the world, through their hatred, insisting in whispers, she was less than human. Who would she be, if being her … Continue reading

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The Mirror of Her Fears

The childhood she’d fled wasn’t quite abandoned. In adulthood, it was reflected in dreams, the safety she crafted each day ripped away when she closed her eyes. The peace she cherished was seemingly lost, but upon opening her eyes it … Continue reading

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She Remembered

She remembered. In that moment, she remembered. Part of her brain had urged her to forget, but she remembered anyway. Pieces at first. Fragments. A gasp, a tear without a home. What no one should recall, returned. To help heal … Continue reading

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When Writing Demanded I Heal from Childhood PTSD

Purpose. Commitment. Commitment to purpose. Fulfilling purpose requires the right tools and resources, both as a person and a writer. 2020 wasn’t just a year to assess, but a test. Entering the year, I had big expectations, but then Covid-19 … Continue reading

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