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Wandering To Find Home |poem|
Wandering To Find Home |poem|
Mother!
I’m going away again The world is calling me Pulling me away again And I can’t tell her no
Mother!
I’m traveling far again The waves are whispering to me From far off night shores And my feet won’t stay still I have to go
Mother!
I’m wandering off again The mountains own secrets I can see the faces of the trees And we have much to talk about There is so much still I’ve yet to know
Mother!
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Traveler |poem|
I set off down a road
Not unpleasant
Full of holes
To be sure
And I explored each one.
I’ve learned
That even the beasts
Have wisdom
If you can avoid
Their teeth.
I stumbled my way
Up hills
Down through ditches
I offered my hand
To a traveler or two
—they, too, shared their visions with me—
And I learned
That sometimes
They were the ones
Helping me.
I saw great love
In small moments
Where…
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May Self-Care Challenge!
How many times do you get to the end of the day and realize you haven’t done anything for yourself? Collapsing in front of the tv and scrolling through facebook doesn’t count.
It’s time to break that habit. The one where we’ve decided that we’re last on our list of priorities, that our self-care is the least of our responsibilities. It’s time to decide that we are a priority in our own lives.…
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Creating Steps From Writing Blocks. ~ Sean Swaby.
Creating Steps From Writing Blocks. ~ Sean Swaby.
Could you imagine waking up and being unable to speak?
Your life is a silent movie.
That is what it is like when your fingers cannot translate, cannot write what is in your head. Some call it writer’s block, some think it is like Santa Claus and they don’t believe it’s real.
Whatever it is, you feel creatively constipated.
Ideas move through you like water through a filter. Nothing fits, nothing…
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Static & Silence. {Poem} ~ Gretchen Gales
Static & Silence. {Poem} ~ Gretchen Gales
I can already hear the groans of those of you that are about to read this—I have always loved country music.
Most people don’t.
I know both of my exes didn’t.
My first boyfriend would remedy the situation by switching to another channel.
One moment I’d be humming to Randy Travis and the next moment I’d hear cracking and popping. He’d call it “the highest station for the highest of rollers”…
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Reflections On Breastfeeding: The Notion Of Weaning. ~ Ashley Tonic
Reflections On Breastfeeding: The Notion Of Weaning. ~ Ashley Tonic
I am laying on my side, stuck to a five month old human.
Somewhere in the house my partner and teenage son are laughing hysterically. Funny shit is going down and I am left out again.
It’s nothing new to me.
The tiny one and I have been attached at my breast for the better part of the past five months. A romantic notion crosses my mind. A naughty, and inciting thought.
“What if I just start…
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My Mental Illness. {Poem} ~ Sean M. Swaby
My Mental Illness. {Poem} ~ Sean M. Swaby
An adventure
I didn’t ask for.
Is it a nightmare,
A roller coaster,
Or a fuckin’ kidnapping?
I’m not sure…
It’s all in my head.
A roommate who stays When I’d rather he leave. He overstays, And I overcompensate. He screams, And I scream back.
It’s all in my head.
A movie that plays,
Reruns, best forgotten.
Ruminations left for dead,
Retributions in my head.
Skeletons come alive
And I find…
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Blow Out The Candles. ~ Piper Ahern
Blow Out The Candles. ~ Piper Ahern
Do you get a candle for every life you have damaged?
One more light for each spirit carelessly touched in some way by the dull flame you emit?
There is a lack of a true flicker. A deadness behind your eyes.
Uncaring. Possessive. Controlling. Harmful. Devious.
And you remain seemingly unchanged. Even decades later.
With each passing year does every person who has suffered in one way or another by…
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Why I Made The Difficult Decision To Stop Breastfeeding. ~ Emma Lawson
Why I Made The Difficult Decision To Stop Breastfeeding. ~ Emma Lawson
One of the things I have learned about parenthood is that mistakes happen—no matter how careful you are and how terrified you are of making them.
I am not superhuman. I am just a mother. And I have always tried to do what is best for my family. But what can initially seem to be the best decisions, can still turn out to be difficult ones.
When I found out that I was pregnant for the first time, I…
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No Ordinary Love: A Tale of Beauty. ~ Marulé MacKay
No Ordinary Love: A Tale of Beauty. ~ Marulé MacKay
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it…
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Self Echoes. ~ Shelly Aspenson
Self Echoes. ~ Shelly Aspenson
I have recently come across a behavior that’s an anomaly in someone that has become very important to me.
It makes me wonder how many people out there are using this protective practice.
How many people use their assumptions and experiences to eliminate others from genuine conversation by predetermining the other person’s intent, meaning, and response to any given situation?
How many people…
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The Power Of My Love. {Poem} ~ Amanda Dobby
The Power Of My Love. {Poem} ~ Amanda Dobby
I am a woman of strength, courage, hope, and faith.
I am an artistic master, a day dreamer, and a dark night weaver. One who chooses to create her own renewable love and light, by transforming any earthly pains into heavenly gains.
To my soul it is all the same, and the choice is always mine to reframe.
My love is fierce, empowering, and all encompassing.
It knows nothing of the mistakes,…
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My Santa. ~ Jill P. Dabrowski
My Santa. ~ Jill P. Dabrowski
I saw my grandpa today, even though he died six months ago.
On a warm day in June, right on the cusp of summer, he drew his last breath. And on this chilly day in late December, he appeared once again in my life.
When my grandfather died, he had reached a respectable status as an octogenarian. He had been physically ailing for years, so his crossing over was not unexpected. With clear mind and…
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Growing Up Is A Game Of Losing. {Poem} ~ Archita Mittra
Growing Up Is A Game Of Losing. {Poem} ~ Archita Mittra
It started really small, you know.
A clean-shaven pencil, a scented eraser
key chains, shoelaces, a trinket from a holiday,
other childhood-shaped things,
a gold earring in the supermarket
then a fistfight and a bet,
you won the black eye and got wet.
Then it began to grow.
Copies with untidy notes, napkins threaded
with your name, all missing,
mummy christened you with a dozen curses
and you…
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It's The Most Triggering Time Of The Year. ~ Mariann Martland
It’s The Most Triggering Time Of The Year. ~ Mariann Martland
It’s the most wonderful time of the year?
Sometimes. But for some, for many—it’s the most triggering time of the year.
For me, this time of year brings with it an intense feeling of pain, and a host of triggers and pains often hit me hard.
Flashbacks, body memories, nightmares, panic attacks, depression, anxiety, feeling like I have a lead weight on my chest and I cannot breathe, physical pain,…
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A Letter To My Childhood. ~ Sean M. Swaby
A Letter To My Childhood. ~ Sean M. Swaby
Dear Childhood,
Shame slammed into my life when I was young and vulnerable.
It slid deep inside of me and grew roots. Shame spread and so did the secrets.
Pain subdued me. I became shy and afraid and hated who I was.
I was dirty.
I was my abuse.
Childhood, I was desperate for peace. I blindly buried anything that felt like pain. I felt that I had to forget, so I forgot you.
Instead, I tried to…
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Too Many Days. ~ Jill P. Dabrowski
Too Many Days. ~ Jill P. Dabrowski
Too many days I have wanted to give up.
I have wondered why I bother.
Afraid of who I was and who I am and who I might become. Hesitant that the feelings of loss and abandonment and sadness will never shake loose.
The demons of my past cast long shadows that leave me fearful of the chill in the air. A darkness creeps into every crevice of my body. Some of the pain flourishes in the cool, quiet…
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