Category: Poem
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Hard Truth: The Disguise of Pain
Hard Truth: Disguise of Color Like a small monarch butterfly, I’m all colorful on the outside. Yet, my soul is dark and empty, heavy like rain clouds. Like a broken winged insect. I come here depleted. Like a broken winged insect, I was caught in the downfall and left on the pavement, soaked in grief. […]
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Motivational Muse: Saturation & Transition
Poem & Audio about finding your light within… There’s something to be said about shadows and darkness, there’s depth in its absence of light. One could say fear or doubt reside there in those places like a soul lost on a perilous journey of bitterness, hate or blame, I understand how one could fall into […]
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Beyond the Water’s Edge – Spoken Word
Loss, Anger, depression, and acceptance… The poem “Beyond the Water’s Edge” I shared was an experience of love, of grief and the stages of anger, loss, depression, and acceptance to moving on… **Beyond the Water’s Edge** Beyond that pier, where the ocean ripples across the cloudy remnants of the morning, I look for you, not […]
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Friends. Poem
Knowing you are in there andI cannot reach you. It pains me.What shadow has taken you to theanother side of the moon?They say that scars are muteBut scars have painted themselves uponyour face, and I want to wash themaway with my tears. Because I know of ache,I know of that throb that weights a soul […]
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In the attic
You’ll find things. Things that have been tucked away and hidden. We forget that there, collecting dust from past, they’re still usable and in perfect shape. The shadows have come to find them as friends. I wonder how we’ve come to this place in our minds.
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She loved herself enough to embrace all of the choices she’s made in the past, the present and of her future. With hands over her breast and heart, she made a promise to be forever faithful to her self, a promise to treat others as she does her own soul. -l.j. Wolff
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Bridges
a time, a place, and I transition building bridges between the past, the present and into the future, a passage linking my inner self to my outside. The forward part of my mindset wanting more than being stagnant. -Linda J Wolff
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Fragile
It normal to feel delicate as a June petal breaking from its bloom after the heaviness of rainfall, yet, know that tomorrow you’ll be strong. – Linda J Wolff
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Bruises
Be easy on yourself, they’ll say things that’ll bruise the soft tissue of your soul, yet, it’s your reaction that counts the most. – Linda J Wolff
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antiquity
𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝. -l.j. Wolff
