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I walk Proud | My Art of Becoming
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My Art of Becoming. Writing Along My Journey. May 31, 2014. You clipped my wings. And I took the road less travelled,. Because I thought my pain would seize. I’d fall to my knees,. Crying for answers,. A little bundle wrapped in pink,. Another painful delivery,. The wings grew back,. I thank me for nothing. Yet I’m proud of all I’ve achieved. Grown into a protective dragon. You can’t break me! I may stumble,. But I’ve outgrown the pain,. I’ve made it,. And so much more to go! I wanted you to know. To Mak...
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Distance On Special Days | My Art of Becoming
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My Art of Becoming. Writing Along My Journey. Distance On Special Days. July 1, 2014. I cry when I hear daddy songs,. Because we had it! It was so good, I absolutely adored you. Now looking back; I am so sad. Would you take it back? That night when my world fell apart? You lay on the floor and I woke with a confused smile…. No longer daddy’s little girl. I’m a mother now,. Two beautiful little girls. We no longer talk. You’ve become a stranger I once adored. Years of therapy,. I try to rationalize….
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Hollow Pain | My Art of Becoming
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My Art of Becoming. Writing Along My Journey. May 28, 2015. Dutiful responsibilities squared away. Searching but not looking,. Slow death please go away! Pushing to punch,. Looking to improve,. But the hollowness lingers. Everything is so great! Yet in the darkness,. Hollowness creeps and takes hold. Smile turned on,. So hard to strive. Can’t cry,. Is it not strength? Hollowness you won’t win! This entry was posted in Personal Journey. Thank You For Being Mine. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. 👍🏻 Thank you ...
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Just For Today | My Art of Becoming
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My Art of Becoming. Writing Along My Journey. June 21, 2014. The pride in my chest about to burst,. As fluorescent pink and neon green,. Dance in front of me. Center stage with the lights glaring,. I have given them what I always wanted. Red lipstick and makeup,. Big hugs as my proud tears fall. So beautiful and so big,. Sometimes a pushy mother,. An over involved mom,. Am I too much? Are my standards too high? Do I push too hard? I always wonder about my faults. We read a story before sleep. A glorious ...
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Stupid Feelings! | My Art of Becoming
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My Art of Becoming. Writing Along My Journey. December 16, 2014. Why won’t it just leave me alone? The ball in my throat beckons a cry,. There’s nothing to say,. Hanging on words and waiting,. Is just not my way. A dream worth waiting for,. But it’s creeping away. Helplessly I just sit and wait. Emotional Intelligence, the professor said;. Must be recognized to control. But I don’t want the reigns. I don’t know what I want…. But this feeling is definitely not it! Sulking into a stupor. Is just not my way!
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Thank You For Being Mine | My Art of Becoming
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My Art of Becoming. Writing Along My Journey. Thank You For Being Mine. January 1, 2015. This huge mysterious world has me mesmerized. My baby now my size! Stealing and tearing my clothes,. Running with my heart on her sleeve. A distant unexpected friendship renewed,. Suddenly empowered through a screen of words. The world spins,. I’m standing alone but not lonely,. They have good souls,. Through struggles I provided a good life. She is slipping through my fingers,. But letting her go is an unexpected joy.
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To Her You’re Wonder Woman | My Art of Becoming
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My Art of Becoming. Writing Along My Journey. To Her You’re Wonder Woman. October 2, 2014. Sometimes the world is cruel,. You struggle and bleed to breathe. On Your knees;. Pleading with your legs to stand. Then an angel forms within you,. Her birth changes your life. She cries when you’re far,. And fills every crevice with love. Her words bring the joyful tears. You never thought you had. Her little hand in yours,. You can conquer anything! You’re her world. And you know it. Distance On Special Days.