Many closed doors
I arrived empty handed near my old stomping grounds
where I learned to hate myself due to disapproving frowns
It’s where I learned that to survive is to run freedom unbound
Yet here I am a-haunting my past which I’ve long since outgrown.
I have been with rings on my fingers and bells on my toes
I have been ground into dirt and from the grave rose
I’ve stepped through the portal, forsaking the spirit world
For now, I must reinvent this stronger, stranger home-town girl.
An Independent Nondiscriminatory Platform With No Religious, Political, Financial, or Social Affiliations - FOUNDED 2014
Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
Hosanna High Community Burial Project
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
...just a voice from the eastern Himalayan summits...
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Life as an American poet of excellence
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Love Letters to the Tar Pit
Making Space for Dreams
binge thinking and other things in life
Mare Martell 
Yes! She must be reinvented but don’t forget the good parts of your roots -as few of them as might seem to be – to lean on now -especially as you struggle with physical issues and questions about where you’ll end up!
“Love as God loves and live as Jesus lived” Rev. Tim TenClay
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