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I’m Good Enough

Oh the years I lived with self-doubt without a chance to sit it out it would just follow me about stopping my voice-sealing my shout Until I became bored with it and began to battle right back doubt fled my oncoming attack... Continue Reading →

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 →

Changing My Name

I want to change my name I want to be called 'cherished' I want to be called 'worthy' the old, bad names that bathed me in acid and fire sometimes call out to me in my night terrors sometimes they... Continue Reading →

Bitter-Sweet Symphonies

“What beauty in this the darkest music over which you can hear the lightest music of human behavior, the tender connection between men and galaxies.” from Warbler / Dead Man’s Float   Believe in yourself  Throw on a raincoat  when the... Continue Reading →

Love Thyself

In the struggle To love yourself -step out of your skin turn to the shell left behind cuddle that shell tell it how precious it is reassure it endlessly of its worth promise to guard it with your life SCREAM... Continue Reading →

Me thinks……

"You might see me a certain way, but it's how I see myself that counts." ©Vivian Zems (#American sentence- 17 syllables across)

Threads of Life

Tonight at dVerse poets is Open link Night #204- hosted by Gayle. The metaphors in my poem are a reflection of my soul searches.....still searching. (#Sedoka) Going back in time Picking up threads of my life Some strong, others, feathery... Continue Reading →

Never Again

When I look back at the years And see how I treated you I'm so ashamed Too ashamed to trace The disappointment on your face That I allowed you to take the blame That I allowed you to take the... Continue Reading →

What Are You Worth?

Give Your Lifeblood A value Ensure you’re treated right State your price, keeping margins tight  Copyright © 2017 Vivian Zems ( A Fibonacci Poem)

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