Not a shrinking violet
Or scared to use her voice
Like a maestro with an instrument
She delivered courageous joy
Dire situations didn’t daunt her
A guidon in a hurricane
although the grim did haunt her
Fear forgot her name
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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
ईशा वास्यम् इदं सर्वम्
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Psychology, Mind over matter
Life as an American poet of excellence
Epic fantasy & military sci-fi author.
Making Space for Dreams
binge thinking and other things in life
Mare Martell 
“Fear forgot her name.” Nice! Love the double meaning in the title!
The woman was a juggernaut who created organization from devastating chaos. Absolutely just shy of perfection