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fort zone with my writing again and again — I am ever so present to the transformation within me.</p><p id="becc" type="7">I am different, I am new, and I am grateful.</p><p id="e804">Thank you for being part of my journey.</p><p id="9296">Sharing my writing from the inside out was a bold act of courage for me and one that I am really proud of, for it stretched me and offered me tremendous growth not just as a writer but as a connected, authentic and vulnerable human being.</p><p id="7c9e">Again, I thank you.</p><p id="07d1">Thank you for being the container of my words, my painful truths, and my fabricated untruths — the negative stories I have told myself. Thank you for holding them all, so that I may bravely move on.</p><p id="2862">Cheers! And here’s to year two!</p><p id="19e4">My first piece ever — published one year ago (yesterday):</p><div id="c6d1" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/covid-living-a-social-butterflys-nightmare-8e6caed4cb95"> <div> <div> <h2>COVID-Living: a Social Butterfly’s Nightmare</h2> <div><h3>Struggling through isolation as an ENFP</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*e6pB2iQWHxuKse_z)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="0b39">My first published poem came fi

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ve days later and was written on a dare — the dare that opened the gates to my everflowing spring of poetry:</p><div id="55ca" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/another-broken-heart-wont-break-me-fe539bacca9c"> <div> <div> <h2>Another Broken Heart Won’t Break Me</h2> <div><h3>Haiku series</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*GS_Qze0TKBi-tguo)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="33dd">Speaking of dares — I dare you to try something new today, be it a new style of poetry or maybe a 50 or 100-word story. Tag me and the poem above and let’s see what hidden, untapped, talent you might discover! At the very least, you will have tried something new today! I invite the following to play: <a href="undefined">Randy Shingler</a>, <a href="undefined">Carolyn Riker</a>, <a href="undefined">Aimée Gramblin</a>, <a href="undefined">Sarene B. Arias</a>, <a href="undefined">Eva Rotolo</a>, <a href="undefined">Heather C Holmes</a>, <a href="undefined">Write Mind Matters</a>, <a href="undefined">Ramblings Anon</a>, <a href="undefined">Sтepн Tнoмpѕoɴ</a>, <a href="undefined">Sarah L. Harvey</a>, <a href="undefined">Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)</a>, and <a href="undefined">Tina L. Smith</a>.</p></article></body>

POETRY / HAIKU

You Lifted Me

Thank you

You lifted me when I fell; held me, let me be Then helped me rise up

You gave me safe space To fall apart, then held your Hand out, helped me up

To face myself, straight Up; perfectly imperfect Flawed, as we all are

You accepted me As I did myself; with all My shimmer and shine

Supported by you I spread my wings out to fly Towards my true self

I stepped into my Power, bold, proud to live the Life I imagine.

Thank you to you — my readers — for lifting me this year as I fell deep into despair, only to emerge stronger than before and spread my wings and fly!

Thank you for the safe space — I appreciate you more than you know.

As I celebrate one full year on the platform this week, one full year of writing almost every day, one year of writing over 400 poems and spilling my insides out to you, one year of making writing friends around the world, and one full year of courageously stepping out of my comfort zone with my writing again and again — I am ever so present to the transformation within me.

I am different, I am new, and I am grateful.

Thank you for being part of my journey.

Sharing my writing from the inside out was a bold act of courage for me and one that I am really proud of, for it stretched me and offered me tremendous growth not just as a writer but as a connected, authentic and vulnerable human being.

Again, I thank you.

Thank you for being the container of my words, my painful truths, and my fabricated untruths — the negative stories I have told myself. Thank you for holding them all, so that I may bravely move on.

Cheers! And here’s to year two!

My first piece ever — published one year ago (yesterday):

COVID-Living: a Social Butterfly’s Nightmare

Struggling through isolation as an ENFP

medium.com

My first published poem came five days later and was written on a dare — the dare that opened the gates to my everflowing spring of poetry:

Another Broken Heart Won’t Break Me

Haiku series

medium.com

Speaking of dares — I dare you to try something new today, be it a new style of poetry or maybe a 50 or 100-word story. Tag me and the poem above and let’s see what hidden, untapped, talent you might discover! At the very least, you will have tried something new today! I invite the following to play: Randy Shingler, Carolyn Riker, Aimée Gramblin, Sarene B. Arias, Eva Rotolo, Heather C Holmes, Write Mind Matters, Ramblings Anon, Sтepн Tнoмpѕoɴ, Sarah L. Harvey, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她), and Tina L. Smith.