Letter To My Daughter

By Whitney Poole Eight years. They’ve passed in a blur. They’ve flown. And yet they’ve crept. I remember, in your first year, I felt, “Finally. I’ve found what I’m meant to do with my life.” And then I forgot that. I thought it meant raising babies, but now I think it meant nurturing. Creating. Sharing […]

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The Confessor

I’ve been a caged bird most of my life, Creating a melody I’ve kept to myself, But there comes a time in each life When a choice must be made, To confess the secrets that confine, Or not.   I’d waited, Wasted Too many years, Thinking a time would come When the holder of the […]

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You Have Choices

@photo by Chris Riley by Jenn Marr It is hard not to be consumed by blemishes when we are taught to strive for perfection and nothing else. Again, it is difficult to not place your focus on feelings of being insubstantial and flimsy, and that everything around you is collapsing, when all you want is […]

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