The hands that mould us

Are both tender and harsh.Nurturing and scolding.Encouraging and demoralizing.Sometimes intentional. Often random.Our stories are made possible as muchBy the people that have loved usAs by those that hurt us.Some hands wiped away our tearsAnd caressed our cheek in a tender kiss,Awakening us to the steadying affection of human touch.And then there are hands that haveDealt […]

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Hard on all of us

What is it about collective struggle That draws us together? Maybe that we see firsthand That everyone’s blood bleeds red That others aren’t impervious to pain That our struggles don’t make us less than That while fortune invariably seems to be so selective, Suffering, ultimately, is not. Knowing that the pandemic affected us all Albeit […]

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Self-sabotageShe took her time to fashion the weapons of her own destructionWith her own hands.She’d been thinking of ending thingsShe knew no other way.She cried.The tears she wept were selfishShe wept for the person she wished she should beBut never was.She was collapsing in on herselfA steady declineOne event after another.She tried not to ask […]

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