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What if things stay
The times as they are may continue to be. A sentence pre-written and the ink seems dry. What fear is worse than this?
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weight of it
My energy ebbs and flows Sometimes I drown with the vast volume of the ocean of my thoughts A lighthouse beacon pulls me through The clouds dissipate My sunshine beams right through, up, and outward. How I’m meant to be. But met with a lighthouse too small, light too dim, or pointed in the wrong…
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Why can’t we see it
Darkness inside us. content in its place. some think it’s a fight, posessed to find its way out. No. Darkness is unbothered & getting comfortable. Planting roots, digging deeper… slowly, gradually. Darkness inside us. familiar enough that we may fail to recognize its growth. Darkness becomes us. But why cant they see it? If I…
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A way out cannot be the way out.
“hello. nice to see you.” pleasantries without any promise except for the certainty of loneliness. Empty inside, with a smile and a shake of a hand. “lets do this again” The words escape like a twisted lie. Floating through the motions in a distant fog, settled at a table surrounded by seemingly familiar faces. Laughing…
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Stranger of this world
one being, one body. infinite beings, linked to one another we are a great contradiction cursed to isolation in these flesh-formed cages, yet Destined to connect and climb and flow. How can we survive it? This great contradiction? spiritual creations bound to this earthly plane ….. And for those souls that are so vast and…
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Lunar dreaming
Last night, I ventured outside to look at the full moon before going to sleep. What a magical choice. I plopped down in the grass on top of a hill. I spotted a lone dandelion—white and round like the moon. Just on the other side of the trees is a highway with cars whirring past.…
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I am a kindergartener using scissors
(written Oct. 17, 2023 / revised Feb. 11, 2025) My kindergarten teacher was Mrs. W. Often, as most kindergarten classes do, we would participate in “stations.” My mom had recently taught me the trick how to perfectly cut out a heart from a sheet of paper, and I was obsessed. I was cutting out dozens…
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Oh I love being a woman…
The Eras Tour was a space of feminine empowerment. Left and right, girlies are complimenting outfits, accessories, echoes of “you look amazing” among strangers. And yes, we looked amazing, but also, I could feel the intention behind these affirmations. The familiar, outstretched hand of empathy … giving that compliment was also an act of validation…
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Are you there, Internet? It’s me, Madi.
Starting a blog always felt arduous and honestly terrifying. Who will read it? What will I write? Why would I have a blog? Why would anyone read it? But for whatever reason, it is something that keeps coming back for consideration. The anxious thoughts postponing this endeavor closely resemble those that led to my strong…
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Life goes on (2021)
Wow. It’s 2021. The posts below are from 2012-2015. It’s fascinating to read the words written my that version of myself. So much has changed and yet, not much has at all. I’ve thought that my “starting to journal” was a new thing these past couple years. That writing down my thoughts and poetry was…
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