Welcome

Hi. Welcome to this little corner of my heart, where I share my poetry, thoughts, dreams and hopes. 

Why I write: 

Growing up, I always felt like a wayward weed – misshapen. Miraculous in all the wrong ways. I never could figure out the right thing to to say. 

I also endured a volatile and unpredictable environment, quickly learning how to stay silent and curl into a perfect ball of nothingness... And I could almost pretend I didn't need things like love, warmth, or friends.

Words saved my life. 

Books provided a portal into new worlds. Where girls like me, who didn't fit in, who could never figure out the right way to sit... became brave and gentle heroes. 

Writing helped me find my voice. 
Through it, I could build a world of my own choosing. 
But I wasn't hiding anymore.
I began to lift my head, take up space. 
I was still misshapen, and a little broken, but I started to grow towards the light. 

I write in the hope to share that blinding and brilliant light – of coming to your own, of knowing you are seen, heard and not alone

Sometimes the most powerful prayers are poems. 


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  1. I totally resonate with you. You writing appeals to me alot

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    1. Thank you Jossina, your support is always like a much needed hug.

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  2. Bravo! One of my favourite lines of poetry is Marge Piercy's 'the real writer is one who really writes'. It is posterity and luck which decide fame; meanwhile it is up to us to fulfill our vocations, doing our best to write well and to place our words where they may reach others. (Plath, Wilde and Keats paid rather dearly for the well-deserved fame of their wondrous words. Let us also take care of our precious lives.)

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    1. Beautiful line indeed! Thank you Rosemary.

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  3. I. Love. This. I've 100% had similar thoughts at times. I've given up writing tons of times, only to come back and jot some new idea in my notebook an hour later.

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    1. Hi Rommy. Good to know I'm not the only one held against my will

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  4. you know you love writing when you keep coming back. :)

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    1. Hi, thank you for stopping by. Also, I've been subconsciously referring to you as "Da Snake" and I'm too far gone to undo this

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  5. Words will always hold their magic for me, I think. I enjoyed your thoughts.

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  6. Bravo! When I don't know what to post or say, I think 'time to write a poem, create what you want.

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    1. It's good to know we think the same, hey

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  7. Unfortunately, we live in a world where there is often greater economic potential in doing things that are not worthwhile than in doing things that are. Top heavy consumerism.

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    1. As always, your wisdom is appreciated Graham. I would have put it this way, "consumerism, yuck"

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  8. Indeed, writing isn't just something we do... but something we are.

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    1. I often wonder what would happen if I lost my arms, is it over? And I realize it will never be over

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  9. Love your post! We can't help but write. It is indeed why we are here.

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  10. YES! So well said, "I'm a writer right now." A beautifully written piece.

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  11. Many of the best weren't known until after they died - or even published! Think of Emily Dickinson

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  12. There is a certain power in your words, a kind of power that takes the mind of a reader on an adventure, and returns them with a new leash on life.

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    1. I appreciate that, thank you ❤️

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  13. i really LOVE this as a welcome landing piece, and some of the other poetry you have here that i have read already - you definitely have a gift, thanks for sharing!

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    1. I appreciate that, thank you ❤️

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