When the world crushes you, it’s in your divine right to be angry. No explosions are held against you.
I don’t burn my bridges. I blow them up!
I’ve blown up many bridges.
My soul is not for sale.
One day you will get it!
There’s nothing to be afraid of if your path is made of gold.
But who told you so?
I know in my heart…
I don’t know how I know what I know…
But I know it in my heart…
It’s wide open space where sometimes I feel angels laugh out loud in my bones
They’re winning this game
I sit cross-legged with my coffee in the early, early morning
“I’ll go where you want me to go, I’ll do what you want me to do”
Who are you talking to?
I don’t know. It’s someone in my heart.
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Gabriella, what a perfect and beautiful poem. A Keeper! I also write poetry, etc., and graduated from UCLA in 1973. So I really appreciate where you are at, especially given where you were before, with Uncle Ervil, et Al! It runs a bit like my journey.~Steph
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Hello Steph! My brother Josh is graduating from UCLA right now! He’s finishing his dissertation. Lovely to meet you!!
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Great Piece. I love your outlook and great way of expressing yourself — so down to earth, for one thing. ~Steph
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Thank you!
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