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Jly1026 She is the innocence from a world too big. She is the rebel Who knew she was different. She is the lover that found out what young love was. She is the seeker looking for a family Something to call her own. She is the warrior had to learn about Life and Self love, This is THE BIGGEST VERSION Of Who she Is She is the visionary who created a space for others to not feel alone. She is the one To carry her home She is ALL of these They are all a guest at her table. Knowing of one another's existence. They laugh together as ONE All in unison discovering FUN. SHE IS ME!
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She saw herself in a different way She did not recognize the person who can to stay. She was fierce She was fire She knew this person who was meant to be for all the world to see. She cared for others who need a voice Even though Anonymous They are seen I have been there.
Never-ness
There are things in life you never expect. You can't say Never, because that's when Never sneaks up on you — lurking in a dark corner, waiting to pounce like a lion. It attacks and attaches like a leech; you think you're done with the *Never*, but every time you say Never, it appears again and again, leaving you breathless, wounded, staggering, unbalanced. You retreat to lick your wounds. Slowly, you start to see sunshine in the rain. The clouds clear, the storm subsides — calm waters, comforting ambiance, Zen. Yet just as you whisper Never again, it whips you around, staggering you, flipping you inside out. You know that, unfortunately, you have all the resources to manage this. This is your biggest Never yet — the one you said you'd never face. You keep stacking the Nevers until they become Always. Everything Always happens to me. Your tenacity exists for this very purpose. Without it, you cease to exist. The Nevers stack into Always, forcing you to assess where your voice is directed — and that is up. Even if silent, it is still there. We find our voice in the silence. Because if we don't, we get passed over a bump in the road, swept under the rug.
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