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Old wives
A woman’s work is never done Or so the story goes Always one more thing to do Before her eyes can close With work, home, and everything It never seems to stop Just when you climb one mountain You can see another top Sometimes I’d like to float away On a raft, alone, in the…
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The journey
Pounding head, Racing heart Knowing less Than at the start Each day I fight the fight Wondering if I’ll reach the light Darkness sinks Me down again All I need Is at the end When the journey’s rough The way is clear Soon the shadows Disappear At the end A new beginning If only strength…
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Vortex
It swirls In eddies Gentle, At first But as I watch The power Pulls me under Darkness all around A swirling, Churning Vortex Allowing no escape A scream bubbles up Soundless, Unheard Stuck Between Scylla And Charybdis Underneath the waters I yearn To touch the sun
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February 13th
Another cold week has set into my bones so deeply that this morning, when I went outside to start my car I thought it was warm at first. I went as far to tell my husband that he probably didn’t need to start the car then I checked the temperature and realized warmer to me…
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February 13th
Another cold week has set into my bones so deeply that this morning, when I went outside to start my car I thought it was warm at first. I went as far to tell my husband that he probably didn’t need to start the car then I checked the temperature and realized warmer to me…
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January 31st Present
I left my jacket in the car this afternoon when I returned to work. It felt strange, on the last day of what is traditionally the coldest month To be walking outside in a three-quarter length jacket and tank top, and yet I did. On my drive later that same day, the brown of last…
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Sunshine and shadows
We’re born, we suffer, we die. Listening to 21st-century creative, a new podcast I discovered through a different one when another writer whose opinion I value mentioned it was one of their favorites. A story within a story within a story? Either way, an interview with a British journalist turned author put me into an…
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Disquietude
It sits on my chest purring with pleasure I’m not sure how huge it is but it feels beyond measure perhaps it’s imagination making it seem bigger each day or perhaps it’s because there’s more in my way It’s becoming a friend Although not a great one it’s bigger at bad times but also there…