Ashleigh Woodward
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i am the light, fighting for my life.
stiff person syndrome warrior.
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Bah Humbug
The snow is really coming down now. I had such a long day, and it’s no secret how much I dislike the cold, so I’m happy to be going home. I just want a hot bath and a nice glass of wine. It’s nearly Christmas, so most of my neighbors have up decorations, and there are happy children playing in the snow. I have always been very anti-holiday season, so I can’t relate to the cheer in the air.
By Ashleigh Woodwardabout a year ago in Families
For my nana
It was a surprise for you, me existing, but you accepted it without showing your disappointment. No surprise there, you have always had so much grace. I was born nearly six months before you turned 40, which made you a younger grandmother than you would have hoped for, but you were ready to make sure my life was filled with all the love you could give, no matter what. You dubbed yourself "nana" and got to work right away on providing me with unconditional love every single day. I don't think you can ever fully understand the importance of that love.
By Ashleigh Woodwardabout a year ago in Humans
The Rose and the Bud
The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. Or maybe it ran forwards for the first time in my life. That feels more accurate at the moment. Everything currently feels a bit unreal. It has been only a few days since the queen’s disappearance, and for some reason, that one thing changed my life’s circumstances drastically.
By Ashleigh Woodwardabout a year ago in Fiction
cloudy
the beauty of you a view of fluffy wonder but heavy like love
By Ashleigh Woodwardabout a year ago in Poets
Love Me
She had to learn the hard way that love cannot be forced to only be the way she wants love to be. For years, she wandered through the world lost and lonely, saddened by her hopeless chase of the perfect love. Every person she encountered that gave more than the last one, somehow made her feel they may be the person for her. She would create space for them to become part of her world so soon, because once they gave more than the last person, that was her proof they were able to grow to be her perfect match. The extra of whatever they gave to her made her feel they were closer to her hopes of forever, and that they were worthy enough to have her love too. But every one of them, before too long, would only hurt her after that temporary newness of each other wore off. They always began to feel trapped under the constant pressures of her resentment towards them, when they could not love her exactly as she wanted.
By Ashleigh Woodwardabout a year ago in Writers
