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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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Positive Pens/Freefall Writing

Take Me Away

Take me away to a place Where the waves splash on the sandy shore The sun sets on the endless horizon And the birds soar in the fresh spring air Deep breaths fill my soul Creativity creeping into every corner... Continue Reading →

Proving Myself

To prove to myself I could do it I moved to the other side of the world Just me and a few belongings Leaving the memories on another continent Leaving the weight of them behind was such freedom Breaking all... Continue Reading →

Creative Sunshine

Today, to express my creativity fully, I will drive off all on my own Sit in the sunshine in a park And write until I can't write anymore Pour my thoughts onto the page Letting my soul escape Finding the... Continue Reading →

Just Breathe

As I sit in the space between breaths I feel my chest tighten I close my eyes Anxiety fills me and I am paralyzed The space between breaths expands Filling my entire experience It's a void, encompassing all that I... Continue Reading →

Cleansing

While the waves washed over my body I felt cleansed, grounded, free Letting the water come and go as it may Not needing to control or guide it Just letting it be Letting me be While the waves washed over... Continue Reading →

Closing the Box

When I opened the dusty old box I shut it again Knowing deep down inside it held nothing new for me Old familiar memories and pain I no longer need to entertain these things My heart lets go of all... Continue Reading →

Desires

As I looked up and felt the warm sun on my face, I felt content, I didn't want to leave Don't make me go back, my heart pleaded I just want to enjoy this freedom longer I want to sit... Continue Reading →

Pen Scratches

As the pen scratched across the page, I felt empowered, stepping back into me, one word at a time Knowing this is the path I'm meant for Feeling the words in my bones Words leaping onto the page from my... Continue Reading →

Little Girl

As I started walking I looked down at my feet. They didn't look like mine. So much unfamiliar lately. The feet I saw were smaller. A little girl. Cute little ribbons on pink Mary Janes. The steps were smaller. The... Continue Reading →

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