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Respite

  On those days when tearing at the sky seems better than singing to the heavens When fire-breathing dragons  morph from belly butterflies And angry scars scream for attention ...that's when I remember that a warrior is permitted to have... Continue Reading →

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What is Peace?

That I do not retire to a hospital bed nor call out from the innards of a jail cell never having creditors at my door or wallow in the mire of despair .... this- is peace to me That my... Continue Reading →

Hidden Scars

I was watching a youtube video last week, where the actor Terry Crews was reciting the story of his childhood. I was so shocked at what he was saying that I actually dropped my phone! How did Mr Crews know... Continue Reading →

DAY 23: My Cup

Because of the poetry I sip you cannot see me shaking with the fear I swallowed ©Vivian Zems #NaPoWriMo 2019- National Poetry Month Challenge [SHAKE]

Day 11 : Glass Ceilings

when i want to create a new reality out of thin air i don't claw at the sky searching for that glass ceiling (that tries to keep me rooted in fear) I just pick up my pen and pretend it's... Continue Reading →

Day 5: Tea Time!

Another layer is peeled away as I crunch survival between bleeding teeth Another realisation comes to stay as I swallow survival to be buried deep beneath Fear and survival are nothing new to me I'll crush them and chew them... Continue Reading →

On a Night Like This……

What would a still river say of its thirsty trees? Would it ask them to come in a little tighter on its banks? Perhaps the dark fog may be a reminder of hope circling the drain Perhaps the approaching night... Continue Reading →

Just Another Day

I’ve stopped wishing to be some one else. You know, that self-assured someone who’s got their act together and seems knows how to handle everything…. anytime? I embrace my imperfections…knowing that perfection is pure fantasy. I embrace my weaknesses now……because... Continue Reading →

Awake!

It's not where there's clarity of thought neither is it in those moments before sleep But it's in that space when I awaken -where time is suspended where my mind is flooded by 50 questions all at once who? where?... Continue Reading →

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