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There's a girl inside me, desperate to get out. She's pushing through my skin, tearing muscles and moving bones. She's trying to get...

Come here, take a look, face the mirror. Stare. Get closer, raise your gaze. Lock eyes with your reflection. Stay. Look some more; it’s...

Today in the quiet space of my 5 a.m. writing routine, I was struck by a sudden surge of courage. A radiant energy revealed what I had...

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Speak so your monsters stay in the past. And stop shopping for armors that might protect you if they rise. #poem #poetry #speakup #selfhelp

Poetry, to write what I can’t say. To let it flow calm and slow. To lift off and let go. Poetry, to free my dreams. To show my love, nest...