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poetry

I Am A Soul Archaeologist. {poetry}

I am a siren, a witch, a soul archaeologist, I move my eyes purposefully, passionately. I crawl across muddy waters, knowing that my salvation is near, digging through the misty confusion tattooed on your memory, I drink the waters of your washed-out roads, your uneven terrain, your collapsed caves.

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poetry

The Way I Am. {poetry}

Let me die of heartache and be reborn by the magic of the sea washed to shore in pieces but stronger than ever before I’d rather be broken and bloody because the marks left behind will sing of my rebellion

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wisdom

We Chose Love: Making Peace With My Father.

I can clearly point to a feeling of heightened emotional intelligence for having the courage to rebuild a relationship with my father. I do love him, all of him. Do I still see and feel the angry person of his youth? At times, yes. Do I love him any less for it? No.

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you & me

A Letter To The Woman He Loved Before Me.

At first, I wanted to hate you. You used to consume the love of a man that now loved me, and it’s only a natural reaction to feel threatened, angry, and frustrated when those feelings begin to well up. But I’ve learned over time that you seem like a pretty great person. I’ve learned over time  ...

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