Clarity in Muddied Waters
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
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Category: Stories From A Young Heart
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My inspiration, my captivating song. My ball of mirrors that reflect different ideas, different sources of creativity. My inspiration, my motivation to achieve. The oasis I dream of and try to reach. My goals. My inspiration, my medicinal treatment that heals the yearning for something to work towards. The concrete of colour that fills up…
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The banksia. A striking flower. A well of knowledge. A mirror that reflects all the paths I’ve walked down, all the doors that I’ve opened on this journey. My feet wander on, eyes, mouth, ears opened, soaking in the voices. The voices that talk to me, lead me, tell me stories of old and new.…
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Time slips by like sand through my fingers; I desperately try to stop the grains leaving, my scrabbling fingers reaching out, until I know it’s too late. Moments come and go, leaving me with only seconds to figure out my next steps. I tread gently, careful not to wake the minutes that already leave briskly.…
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No. No. No. My reflection ripples, teasing me. I bite my already bitten lip, as my chin quivers. My eyes dart. I take in what’s on the surface of my mirror. My frizzy, untamed hair. My squinting eyes placed smack bang on my way-too-round face. My fatty thighs standing next to each other like two,…
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My hearts alight. Not literally. At least I don’t think it is. I can’t tell anymore. I don’t feel pain. Not really. Or maybe, maybe I just won’t believe that I can feel pain. Maybe I’m just kidding myself that I’m human, maybe I’m an ant. A simple ant. But maybe I am human. Maybe…
Clarity in Muddied Waters 