She writes … she writes like a battering ram, through the impenetrable. If only I…. but I don’t write that way. Or. Not. Yet. I’m not ready to write. Yet. Or so I say. But I write, here and there. Inappropriately. I appropriate other’s spaces.
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Within the Teacher Lies the Lesson
Within the broken lies beauty Within the lost lies discovery Within the weary lies resolve Within the abandoned lies self-reliance Within the battered lies strength Within the suffering lies wisdom Within the humiliated lies humility And so it goes, on and on, The teacher and the lesson. When I originally […]