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Where Growth Happens

Is there beauty in suffering? Is there greatness at the end of pain? Great men and women tell stories of having emerged from the fire. I find myself travelling the same road-but not by choice. These men and women grew... Continue Reading →

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Throne of Lies

You sit on your throne surrounded by admirers who hang onto every droplet of spit from your mouth .....unaware of the poison in them They drink greedily -as you slowly kill them with your lies They die bowing to you... Continue Reading →

On Days like This…..

On those days when despair (threatens to) sweep you away and dark vines seek to enthral your soul When Tolstoy’s ‘War and Peace’ seems lighter than the your thoughts ...... when the dog barks when the bee stings when your... Continue Reading →

Let’s Bury Our Heads

If the mind of the flesh is death and the mind of the spirit is life and peace then surely the voice of silence is an abyss of empty darkness while heads buried in the sand (maybe from fear) (maybe... Continue Reading →

BECOMING

There’s nothing maladroit about picking up your broken pieces It may be a war that rages within your bones It may be thoughts that scatter like rotting teeth after a bar fight It may even be frozen breath- too strangled... Continue Reading →

On The Platform

I change the narrative of my inner voice I don’t bargain with her I don’t give her a choice Her script is simple: “- falling is a possibility -doubts are part of humanity -fear is masked opportunity -failing is an... Continue Reading →

‘The’ Fear

I used to call it “my” fear but I’ve put a stop to that I will no longer have it so near Instead, I answer it back whenever it opens it’s cavernous mouth - to attack But never does it... Continue Reading →

Greatness

Our minds tell us to stay where we are ..not to rock the boat to ignore that mountain but there’s the other half of it ...words we hear only in the darkroom telling us to detest mediocrity to embrace and... Continue Reading →

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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