mason jar.



it took quite some time,
I’ll admit that.
it took a vast amount of patience
in order for me to find myself.

I had looked in small corners,
crevices of folded journal paper,
between pencil shavings
falling on floors.

half-full.

I stopped looking at my words, instead,
focusing on the spaces between them.

half-empty.

the day I realized that I was enough
was the day I gave someone my heart
and they handed it back to me.

filled, to brim.


7 comments

  1. You are so prolific and poignant. Your work is so beautiful and always puts me in a pensive place. I would love to write as you do. You make complex feelings seem so simple.

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  2. Love your work.

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  3. Waiting for your new book. My beloved poetess

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  4. Once again each word perfectly placed to hit you in the heart <3

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  5. How can a painful truth became so beautiful and healing at the same time? Only you can provoke this emotions

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  6. omg :-( beautiful

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