the words pour out
like blood onto the pages
pumping never ceases
tirelessly one must
pour more blood in
for the letting
the words pour out
like blood onto the pages
pumping never ceases
tirelessly one must
pour more blood in
for the letting
Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there. ~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C. View more posts
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Yes . . . writing takes your blood. And your heart and soul.
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Yes, it does. Finding the balance can be hard for me. I’m learning!
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Me too.
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No band-aids while writing.
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Yes, no actual blood is shed!
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Yes! My head is constantly overflowing…
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I can so relate, Kay!
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The ink of life. Beautiful poem 🙏❤️
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Thank you, Antony!
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Hi Cara. Your poem is soooooo gooood
hugs
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A huge compliment, again, my friend. Words I woke up with that morning. Right now, my muse is in chill mode. I think there’s a realization on both sides that I was starting to burn out. 💜
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Hmm, love the way you captured the emotions behind writing.
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It is so much like bleeding.
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Oh, this is deep and so good. Love the image as well.
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Thank you, Thomas! I need to slip back into some sexy Poetry, like lingerie. ❤️
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You are welcome, Tiffany! Ha, great line 🙂 ❤
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Thank you!
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🙂 My pleasure!
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