I am not depressed,
But some days are weighty.
Nothing is impossible,
But, some times I don’t want to.
Sometimes I swear I have gotten so close to the trees,
The ridges of the bark are sleeping in my shadow,
Under the blanket of my forehead.
Sometimes my strength overcomes
The weight of the sap.
Even if, today I see no sky.
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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Misty, do you read much poetry? And if so, which poets? Just curious actually because you are a natural…you have found your own voice and it is powerful and rings so true.
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Not much recently & I am sure you can imagine why.
I don’t know where my voice came from as such… or where it may evolve to. I go to open mic/poetry slams on occasion.
If you have zoom you may be able to watch me do an open mic. if you are interested, I’ll send you the information
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yes. send the link. if we are available we will tune in.
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