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What would you take?

What would you take,If you were asked to pack up your homeGiven but a minute to take it all inWhat would you take? Some clothes swiftly tucked into a bagAs you think about the money under your pillow.Some food quickly picked up from the kitchenNon perishable, if possible. What would you takeIf you were given 10 minutes instead.Would you take the time to count your clothes?How many would you…

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A letter to the ones we've lost

For anyone dealing with grief or loss. It will get better.

I found you hidden behind the brightest of smiles, Stolen conversations as we drove around for miles.Your witty sense of humour, your honest shining eyes,How are we supposed to say our goodbyes? I’ve thought about this for a while, Often coming up blank in denial. For you were a force of nature, so remarkably bright How can all of that disappear overnight? But as I sit by myself, talking to…

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Lessons we teach

Maybe the lessons we teach our childrenshouldn’t revolve around beauty and pain.they shouldn’t be about vanity or fameor how to orchestrate the perfect game. Maybe the lessons we teach our childrenshould come from within, not just the ones lying underneath our skin,but the ones housed in the darkness, where no one has been. Maybe the lessons we teach our childrenshould be what we longed for all…

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Stories

I’ve always loved storiesso much so, that I have multiple inventories.filled with words of love, wisdomAll shelved away in a neat system. I like to take away from the words I readSoak up the lessons they exorbitantly bleedAnd when I run out of emotions to feelI run right back to these and steal. It was one such day that I was stocking up,listening to her talk about the things she lovedThere was…

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Safe in here

in a world filled with judgement and fear, let's build a safe place for us to come back home.

at the threshold of this house, you’ll find a basket,filled with the skins of its inhabitants.skins of “grit”, skins of “strength”skins that have stopped tears from being shed. as you enter, right next to the dooryou’ll find a pile of rocks and stone.here we dismantle the walls we built,years’ worth of dilapidated brick. step by step, you walk into a long corridor,every inch filled with spines…

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The Old Woman's Fire

The Old Woman’s Fire

I was lost in a profound forest,in my own mind, a tourist.These intimidating trees weaponizing my past,my fear growls in glee, home at last. every step too loud,every turn, a crowd.gathering like vultures, waiting for my demiseare those but my own thoughts in disguise? I run through these bushes, pushing away branches,I speed through the trail, as the darkness advances.trapped and alone, I have…

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Tranquil Trauma

We often skip over the silence, Treating it like the nothingness that it feels like. We often assume it’s here to keep the balance, And yet, chaos and equilibrium often seem to look alike.

There is a tranquility to this trauma, The one that hides behind a veil. Unseen, it often feels like melodrama, Quietly it leaves behind a lifelong trail.

Yes, trauma can be violently quiet, Unheard, it is…

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This quarantine take care of yourself and your needs.

Here is a little reminder to Love Yourself and tell yourself that Self Care is important.

What are your #Notestoself

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The Outsider by Stephen King - A Book Review

The Outsider by Stephen King – A Book Review

“An eleven-year-old boy’s violated corpse is found in a town park. Eyewitnesses and fingerprints point unmistakably to one of Flint City’s most popular citizens. He is Terry Maitland, Little League coach, English teacher, husband, and father of two girls. Detective Ralph Anderson, whose son Maitland once coached, orders a quick and very public arrest. Maitland has an alibi, but Anderson and the…

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Halfbreeds

For half is what we are today and half is what we’ll always be. Half in the mind to die today, Half a mind to live and see.

We are living a constant contradiction Our mind, heart, and soul disagree. We heave through the smog of confusion Is this really all we could be?

For half is what we are today and half is what we’ll always be. Half the ideal man of today, Half the boy we want to be.

We want…

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The Things We Carry

The Things We Carry

Oh these mountains we carry, They’re weighing our shoulders down. We walk on this path, so twisted and scary Walk towards this ghosttown.

Tired and thirsty we look around, Surrounded by people yet to be found. The higher we climb, the deeper we drown What weighs these weighted shoulders down?

Responsibilities of mistakes yet to be made, Pressure of having our destinies laid. The blinding light of…

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Book Review - The Woman in the Window, A.J Finn

Book Review – The Woman in the Window, A.J Finn

“It’s been 10 long months since Anna last left her home. Ten months during which she has haunted the rooms of her old New York house like a ghost, lost in memories, too terrified to step out.

Anna’s lifeline to the real world is her window, where she sits day after day, watching her neighbors. When the Russells move in, Anna is instantly drawn to them. A picture perfect family of three, they…

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Battling Insecurities

I think we’ve all been told To “get over it and be bold” To showcase our body and speak our mind To be fearless of this cruel mankind.

But sometimes it isn’t about the skin you see Sometimes these insecurities won’t set you free. They seem to lie just beneath your skin, They fill you up from within.

It won’t matter if the world sees your flaws, Even if they don’t take out their claws. For,…

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Lost At Sea

For sometimes we need to get lost, in order to be found.

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Learning To Unlearn

Tell me What did they teach you tell me all about how much you hate you. because honey, you’ve been taught to hate to criticize and discriminate.

It is time for a change, time to unlearn these lessons of ‘perfection’ Unlearn, all the self-hate Unlearn, the need for validation. Unlearn, the pressure to correlate Learn to love your reflection. Learn to accept your blessing Learn to understand that you deserve…

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Father

There’s this man I know, He fills me up with love, making me glow. He’s happy, he’s proud and a little mad too, That his little girl was exactly like him, no matter how much she grew.

He shells out advice with the utmost care, He’ll quietly judge what I wear. The arms I hope will never leave, The ones that’d never let me grieve.

He has a heart of gold, He prefers shirts without the marks of…

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Strength

There’s a strength in you, it shows up in everything you do. It fills you up and hollows you out, reminding you of your voice, it asks you to shout.

Tell them that you can’t be controlled, that your character can’t be sold. Let the world hear the melodies of your voice, Let them know that your pain isn’t their choice.

It’s not about how many tears you’ve shed, It isn’t about the stories…