It has come to this: I write Post It notes to me And they say things like ‘You are enough’ and stuff like ‘You’ve got this, you have got this’.
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A dying cat sprints Over the last finish line Innately hopeful Heart breakingly valliant And blind sided in defeat.
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Oh Danny Boy by panflute Pipes Bali into Westpoint While I toy with radical Acceptance like a Speech that someone else has penned For me to speak it’s tennet.
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I don’t know if you ….Love like I do and if you… Give love, being known – and do… You take up much space in time? Or could you hold space in mine?
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Crushed by massive waves That break as I stand naked And lit up with sun Warming up and slow baking My cheeks and arms and shoulders My body soft, heart bolder.
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