Writing
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I Fight Anxiety Through Taking Back Words
I’ve had this phrase rolling around my head lately. I keep pushing it back, telling myself I am ok. I say it to myself when I wake up in the morning and an immediate feeling of dread washes over me, like I did something terribly wrong but I can’t remember what it was. When I Continue reading
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Finding Myself In The Story
Sometimes I’d like to get lost in a crowd Let the energy swell around me Until I don’t feel separate But a small part of a whole entity I am tired of myself Everything feels so personal So internal So stressful So petty I used to see the world differently And I want to go Continue reading
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These Unfettered Lines
my story begins not-so-right fighting and biting my way out of the night aware of having a face that wasn’t my own obsessed with avoiding being alone pushing, squeezing trying to work on my breathing never believing I could really make it out on time but this is how I came Continue reading
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A Field of Empty Pages
some mornings certain words try to press into me and I can barely feel them I shake off their outlines like they never meant anything though once they were air now I choke and splutter It’s always scary and amazing how that which once felt like life seems like death and some Continue reading
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Write It Down
I’ve been trying to catch some words, darting about in my head like fireflies. Words are a tricky thing to catch, you see. Reach out too fast and too greedy and they slip right by you, or come out all awkwardly squished and misshapen. Wait a moment too long and they are gone. A pile Continue reading
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The Silence Between Words
I needed this weekend more than I realized. I needed to get away, even if it was just eighty miles from home. I needed to feel the wind coming in off the grey choppy waters of Lake Whitney. I needed to walk along pale smooth rocks with my dog. I needed to feel the quick Continue reading
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(Another) Writer’s Declaration
“One day I will find the right words, And they will be simple.” -Jack Kerouac don’t stop now I can’t. I won’t. I’d sooner die. just typing this is my choice weapon the one fight I won’t walk away from some people run miles or climb mountain some build skyscrapers or billion dollar Continue reading
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I Know Now Why Writers Are Crazy
The other night I was driving home from work on Precinct Line Road and the moon just rose above me, like it was trying to startle me, and I saw it for a moment, saw its beauty and really took it in and for a second I felt like myself, like really, truly myself at Continue reading
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The Final Mystery of Words
Clickety clack clickety clack. The sound is a familiar one. The sound of a brain and heart attempting to engage the world around her. The sound of trying. She stops. “What are you doing?” That cold and tired voice begins, “Why are you still trying? You have no credentials. You keep writing in Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 