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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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strength

Bottle in the Ocean

When I open the safe I put in my feelings. Is that possible? Can I put something intangible into something tangible? I suppose I do it with my ideas into writing all the time. but feelings in a safe? Has... Continue Reading →

Walls We Built

Knocking down the walls Communication could happen Freedom of love started to flow The pain crumbled with each brick knocked away Realizing the walls were no longer needed They harmed much more than they helped But they were formed easily... Continue Reading →

Reflections

I want to write about how far I've come since I first heard that line Shaking at my first group 8 years ago Wondering what all this was about But knowing deep down, I longed to write again Not knowing... Continue Reading →

Dream Achiever

To prove to myself I could do it, I put myself out there I made commitments, grounded myself and visualized all I was and could be In the moment right now I could taste it Big lofty dreams I could... Continue Reading →

Limitless

I have no limits except the ones I impose on myself Others don't need to squash me down, although they may try I have old messages that plant doubt Seeking out new people that confirm them Just as I make... Continue Reading →

Standing in Front of My Destiny

Standing in front of my destiny I trembled, tears forming in my eyes This was all I ever wanted Manifesting coming true before my eyes My breath caught behind the lump in my throat, I choked Why was I choking?... Continue Reading →

The Serenity of Letting Go

When I let go of the rope I felt free I didn't realize I had been confined by my own controlling I'd been holding it frantically, panicked Everything needed to be perfectly orchestrated, just so I couldn't see that by... Continue Reading →

Burning Empowerment

Opening the book of my life I see so many rough pages, tattered, torn, ripped and worn out. But there's more to this book. Those are only a section of it. There are other pages, crisp, neat writing, detailing happy... Continue Reading →

Listening

When I started walking, I felt my legs sort of stiff. They were resisting this exercise, like it was unfamiliar and certainly unwelcomed. I kept pushing forward thought, and continued walking. As I walked, I took a deep breath, pausing... Continue Reading →

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