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The Slow Days are the Hardest
Sometimes it’s the slow days that are the hardest When we go go go we aren’t forced to face ourselves All the raging inside becomes mute in the busy When we’re moving forward We can look out the window at the landscape Even if it’s stark The motion of the road Stirs our imaginations A Continue reading
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Crossing The Sea
The page feels extra blank today, and I think maybe I have nothing to say. But that is a lie, because the thoughts don’t stop rolling. I try to live in the present, but my mind takes me far in the future. To the smell of salt on skin, and tiny hands pressed into Continue reading
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Slowly, I Open My Eyes
“Open your eyes wide,” he says intensely, lovingly. I don’t look at him. My tears are hot, formed by some unknown frustration and anger. He knows me. Well. We’ve had this conversation more than once. It used to be often. Not lately though, lately I’ve been fine. But something made it’s way into my soul, Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 