Susan M. Conway: I am a drunken morning.

I am a drunken morning. The ravages of depression do unspeakable acts of disservice to my well-being. My body hurts all over and I can't really recall a time when I truly felt good, truly felt solid, without worrying how long this good day, upswing thing, was going to last.. My happiness is always tainted,… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: I am a drunken morning.

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Susan M. Conway: I am screaming in the basement.

I am screaming in the basement. "Have I not always been a mighty roar, even in the basement levels of my despair?" I am my own heart's jailer. I am, simultaneously, the key turner to the locked doors of my heart's chambers. But, I do not know this yet as I slam my fists, and… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: I am screaming in the basement.

Susan M. Conway: I will not apologize for the shape I am.

I roamed the wilderness burning for a wild so pristine she had no name, only a soul deep gnawing that served as my compass. I wandered alone, filthy, starving, purging, and seeking nourishment for years.

Susan M. Conway: Love is a lesson.

Love is a lesson. Love is a lesson in letting go. Love is a lesson in never holding on too tightly. Love is a lesson in the sanctity of vulnerability. Love is a lesson in leaving and being left. Love is a lesson in loving yourself when everyone and everything else is gone. Love is… Continue reading Susan M. Conway: Love is a lesson.

Susan M. Conway: Love is a mirror

Love is a mirror, my body the spell, I cast thine old reflections into the well. Away to the ocean, and there I shall dwell, for she is my soul's shelter, I bid thee farewell. So it is. So it is. So it is. Susan M. Conway #100DayPrompt #TGP100DayChallenge #TheGingerPost

Susan M. Conway: Tell the truth, say that you are scared.

To hell with what anyone else thinks. I have buried and raised the dead too many times to not be a god damned silver phoenix risen from the ashes.

Kristiana Reed: Love is a map.

All points on a compass Love is North, East, South and West. It is all things, grid lines and telephone wires, valleys and peaks, it is West with the setting sun and East in the morning, it is South, North, two steps backwards and beginning all over again. Kristiana Reed #100DayPrompt #TGP100DayChallenge #TheGingerPost #MyScreamingTwenties #FreeVerseRevolution