Struggle (Page 11)

Library reading room. Empty wooden swivel chair at wooden library table with book open on the table. Glasses on top of book. Wooden bookcases with blurred bindings of colorful books behind table and chair. A steak knife lies on the floor nearby.

“I remember” (a poem)

TW: Suicide

I feel my chest heave as I walk through the kitchen.
Heavy breath, warm and wet.
My pace deliberate, pronounced.

Cold steel grazes my neck, awakening memories.

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A woman with black hair stands, eyes closed, with a large piece of black tape over her mouth. In the blurred background, protestors holding signs can be seen.

Silent No More. (an anaphoric poem)

The silence is over.
The time has now come,
where no longer fearful,
our voices ring clear.

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Cold

Sometimes the warmth we need
comes from an unexpected place.

A novella (10,025 words).

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A monochrome image of two Icelandic sheep standing face to face, one is black and the other white. The only color in the image is in the sheep's eyes—the black sheep's eyes are brown and the white sheep's are gold and green.

Those with whom we surround ourselves
tend to define our worth.
Sometimes it is through their words,
and other times by our own comparisons.
Each time we share a bit of ourselves
we give them more power,
for that is what trust is, power.
The power to lift up.
The power to crush.

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A black and white close-up photo of a woman, in a white skirt and top, and a man, wearing jeans and no shirt, holding hands as they walk together.

The Sovereign State of Being (thoughts)

There is no part of me that belongs to another.

I choose to share at my own discretion.

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A grey wolf peeks out from behind a birch tree.

Sometimes… (article)

Sometimes I feel like a sheep in wolves clothing.

In our formative years,
we all change certain aspects of our behavior
in order to better fit in with others.
We all compromise in different ways
so we can ease tension with those around us.
We give up parts of ourselves,
thinking it will make things easier.
It seldom does.

(640 words)

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