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First breaths.
Lashes part merging
consciousness with flesh.
The sun forms secret whispers
on the wall like morse code from the stars,'It’s ok to wake now.'...
The idea of belonging to someone has always bothered me. Being male-adjacent created a mental barrier of what I could and couldn’t do, who I could and couldn’t be. I feared I’d suddenly disappear into a
we. Seventeen is too young to disappear.
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When a soul aligns with its own truth, it bursts forth with clarity rising up out of the chaos of the material world.
The steady stream of consciousness forces us to turn & look-not because they have something we don’t, but because we recognize the light in them that is also in us. We pass it on to each other and the current becomes stronger as more people remember who they are.
Finding and living your truth is a gift to yourself, but it is also your contribution to the expansion of belonging we all seek.
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Loosen your jaw;
there is no imminent thing
to hold between your teeth.
Drop your shoulders;
there is no weight
worth the space meant to let your head rise. Exhale;
release your defeat to the forest
to be returned to you as new breath.
Begin;
again.
RELEASING THE NEED TO BE GOOD
DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE NO LONGER GOOD;
IT MEANS YOU ARE FREE.
I cannot bend what is still made of stone
though its form is smoother now, worn
down by the river that refuses my hardness.
I try to grow roots in the gravel
to steady myself, but the current
is too strong. I’m not yet an alchemist,
but I learn to let go.
Forward.
Likewise,
I cannot make heavy
that which has been made light.
I try to re-form its edges but it is already
free and dancing. It is mercury
and medicine; it is a circle whose
grasp widens with every step.
There is no backward in what is for me.
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HI
I'm Abby. My middle name is Lane, like a street.
I have a birthmark on my tongue. The source of my happiness comes from a perfect retro magazine holder in my living room that I found on Etsy. My preferred environment is minimal with a side of plants. I am singular in my excessive desires: coffee.
“I write because I don't know what I think until
I read what I say.” ― Flannery O'Connor
Words have energy. Words create motion. Words move you forward. When I don't use my voice, there is a direct correlation with how lost I feel and how many words I’ve swallowed. Truth is truth in whatever form it finds you. So I write here to find mine.
I write about discovering personal freedom through emotional literacy. In other words, my experience as a human, being.
Writing fills my lungs with air and makes me free. I hope you find and feel that in your own way, in your own being.