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Doe

Doe

Letting it out, taking it in.

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Doe

Doe

Letting it out, taking it in.

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Writings
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Followers
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Following
Time

Doe

1 min read

You will always have time.

When you feel like your dont.


You will always have time,

Even if you feel like you wont.


It can feel scary, the seconds ticking on.

And the days start to feel overly long.


People are waiting,

that may feel heavy.

People are talking,

Your hands might get sweaty.


Remember, this is your life!

You live for no one else.

Your on your own time,

Forget all the rest....

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Handmade

Doe

1 min read

With these two hands, anything can emurge.

I’ll lock myself in this room, emotional purge.

Put these two fabrics together for a quilt to keep me warm.

Maybe mix these flours together, tasty bread will form.


I find the in between, a place I drift off to flow.

Passion expressing, totally zoned in, letting it all go.


And if im feeling up to it, maybe Ill tackle this room.

Because somtimes its ...

Poetry

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The Dark Side

Doe

1 min read

I know it is hard, this thing we call life.

It won’t always be easy, you’ll have to put up a fight.

The fight can be won, I promise it’s true.

Because what is in me, is also in you....

Poetry

Cycles, Again

Doe

1 min read

Beneath the willow, you will find-

All that was before and all that will be left behind.


Observe the limbs, how they are expanding and reaching out.

Mirrored below in the roots without sprout.


What is and what was continues to cycle.

Through the seasons rotation, never idle.


Let life flow, in and out.

Let life go, without doubt....

Poetry

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Cycles

Doe

1 min read

She bends down to rinse her face.

A refreshing way to start they day, intentional.

She was up before her alarm this morning.

Energized, focused, and motivated with a sole goal in plan sight.

Not like last week. Something has changed.

Was it the week worth of sunny days forecasted ahead of her?

Or the sudden desire to just…live?!

Either way she didnt care, she would ride this wave.

Springing f...

Poetry

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