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Blog postLight and dark.
Space between the stars, we are.
Reflections. Patterns. Places.
Time tricks us into thinking we have more than enough.
To learn. To grow.
To surrender all things you think you know.
Time to leisurely learn
About yourself.
We do not.
We lie to ourselves and think, I’ll deal with that dream, that hope, that better version of me later.
We tuck it away, our tomorrow’s.
For someday. For another day.
Shrugging it o -
Blog postI used to believe anything was possible.
Anything at all.
At what precise moment did I ever forget to look up at the moon admiring the stars?
Life is hard for everyone, I understand this.
But every once in a while, not very often I admit it’s much harder for me.
You can’t see it on my face, the pain, the exhaustion of hiding a broken mind.
If we had a conversation you would never even know it.
How many times do I have to bring myself bac -
Blog postEveryone deserves something beautiful.
I was never the girl who liked flowers.
I discovered I loved digging in the dirt instead, leaving a hidden seed behind.
Waiting a full, grueling season, wondering which plant or flower had survived the gray freeze of a long, biting winter.
Just like one hundred moon cycles before, the sun reappears.
I wonder if the earth’s bounty will thrive long after I’m gone.
Creating a little som -
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Blog postWhen you’re young and in love with the world
Everything feels better than this
This moment, this season, this pain
When you’re young with the sun warming your face, and your feet covered in sand
You couldn’t know all your big, bold dreams
Would evaporate out to sea into the mist
Leaving you stranded
Wrinkled, disappointed, and bitter
Alone with self-hatred, sorrow, and dark thoughts
I was happy once
I was pretty or so it seemed
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Blog postWhy now, why us?
I hear that a lot.
Why not?
I do not feel sorry for myself.
I lost that luxury a long time ago.
I feel the deep sense of sorrow and grief vibrating under my feet.
This is not the time to be complacent or selfish or stupid.
Sadness is everywhere, it’s dark, it’s loud and unrelenting.
Best not to ignore it, or you’ll miss the important stuff.
The star stuff, the light lessons.
All the people you’ve touched, and the ones who help -
Blog postMadame Vice President-Elect,
we rejoice in your victory with pride and joy and song and adoration.
All women celebrating, a kaleidoscope of color coming together for a better way of life.
We remember the broad shoulders of the fearless lady freedom fighters who fought for our civil rights.
100 years, is a long time coming, and a long hard fight.
One behind one, behind one, behind another chipping away.
It’s about damn tim -
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Blog postDo not leave flowers by my grave
Hell, I won’t be there
I’ll be pink petals falling come Spring
When I have gone do not shed one tear
I’ll be doing backflips on the wind
Do not think of me too often
Without a giggle and glimmer of something familiar like happiness
Do not worry or fret or anguish about my death
Nope
I won’t give it a second thought
Love me now and blow a kiss towards the heavens
I will be way too busy swinging -
Blog postThe post Fabric of Faith appeared first on Jacqueline Cioffa .
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Blog postIf I could be you for a day
Would it show me a thousand ways you love
Or the many ways you hate
If I could be you for a day
Would it make me more compassionate
Have a deeper insight
If I could be you for a day
Would it help drown all your sorrows away
If I could be you for a day
Would I stop judging your face, your status, your weight, your skin tone
If I could be you for a day
Would it stop me from seeing -
Blog postOprah never told me dreams can shift, or that there can be more than just the one.
Maybe I just wasn’t listening too busy running.
Maybe I had to let my dreams catch up.
Maybe the dreamer in me plain wore out.
Disoriented and dizzy, from having my head in the clouds, my feet grew impatient and heavy.
Ground yourself.
Travel, adventure, freedom, and glasshouses were waiting for me on a bluff.
That was the one dream I cou -
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Books By Jacqueline Cioffa
Feminine Collective: Raw and Unfiltered Vol 1: Selected Essays and Poems on Relationships with Self and Others
Mar 16, 2017
by
Feminine Collective Media ,
Julie Anderson ,
Marla Carlton ,
Jacqueline Cioffa ,
Rachel Thompson ,
Dori Owen ,
C. Streetlights ,
B. Janine Morison
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