On Writing

Safety
is not a case of necessity, rather;
I worked for love
and watched my glass case
crack

To stop thinking, truly
is to experience safety
and yet I can’t help but worry
what will happen when the time comes

Working for love is not
impossible, rather
I slowed down my pace
and I got even farther

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6 responses to “On Writing

  1. safety
    is ignorance
    not yours or mine
    but someones
    obviously

    thanks

  2. Strong and beautiful ! Thanks for the follow ! Have a strong and beautiful International Women’s Day ! Greetings from Marseille, France, from the girl whose name is the contraction of Marie Anne (so, we’re almost soul sisters !).

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  4. This piece made me think. I like that! Lovely! XO~Jen

  5. Yep…the best part of most days is when I can sit down with a pen and disappear. Good poem.

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