sarah-alana-caytonWhisper

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Dear creativityDear creativity, / Write a poem on loss and let me feel the way it slips through my veins triggering salt water waterfalls falling from my face / Sit in the ocean with your hands around a stone that you pray Mother Nature doesn't need back today because it's the only thing grounding you to the chaos outside of the water
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Feb 25, 2021
Quarantined ChildThere was a time before now, you will not remember much of. / You will remember recess, and your teachers / You may remember getting to run to school for the first time by yourself, knowing mom was watching you the whole way there.
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Jul 2, 2020
HopeIt is incredible, the journey. The not realizing you're on a journey until you have arrived at a place complexly different than the place you were before. There is no line that says "start here" and no "you are here" marker indicating you are, anywhere. And as time passes and moments just keep happening, every moment something is happening, and then at some point your markers changed, it's in a new place, and you have no idea how it got there... you realized you prayed, a lot, and start thanking God and every ounce of Divinity that brought you to your new place, a place that can see more clearly or hear with an iota of less resistance. A place where you aren't entirely consumed with the very thought of your existence. A place that you not only want to, but see how to, bring more peace. "Just focus on the next few steps." You start thinking about everyone you've allowed yourself to be with, actually, be, with since you started traveling on that journey. The moments that seemed so simple, and whole. One moment you had no words for what you were doing, and the next, immense gratitude that something shifted. That you took a next step and a next one and a next one. And then, you're okay with the next one...
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Mar 7, 2020
The SilenceHeart felt heart aches make the loneliest nights seem cold / To move through the pain seems a mountain I cannot unfold / Climbing it seems daunting, a task that is asked of me
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Mar 7, 2020
DepressionImages and thoughts dancing around her mind / She read something today, / Put the negative thoughts in a box, or imagine a wall up
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Mar 7, 2020
There is no titleIn a moment I thought again, "If he would just love me more, or, maybe he will love me more..." and then a silent voice rushed in quietly and whispered, "but you still have to love you, and maybe once you do, he will, but until you do, it doesn't matter if he does..." / And there was peace, only for a moment, until the tug of wanting it to be someone else's responsibility kicked in. / And then I loved my self, just a little bit, and kept walking
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Oct 28, 2019
The Quiet KnowingThere is a difference in sitting in a room and wanting someone to ask you a question you can answer, so that maybe they would see the significance in your voice / And the Quiet Knowing, that you are valuable. Unique. Have a story. Are interesting, and insightful, and worthy. / Seeking worthiness seems feasible in feable terms how does one get quiet and be fulfilled, allowing the knowing to be enough?
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Oct 28, 2019
The SilenceHeart felt heart aches make the loneliest nights seem cold / To move through the pain seems a mountain I cannot unfold / Climbing it seems daunting, a task that is asked of me
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Oct 28, 2019
WhispersThe moon and the way she weaves dreams, / I pray she is felt as she silently sings, / through everything
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Oct 9, 2017
SeasonsIt's 102 but I can still see the white blanket of freshly fallen snow on the street / I can still feel the scarf around my neck and see my breath / It's the middle of summer
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Aug 31, 2017
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