Katie

Joined February 2021

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Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.

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Grasping
It hurts, this wanting. It is there, waiting for me to grasp it. But nothing is free. There is always a price to pay.
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
The metamorphosis
I’ve been thinking, manifesting in my brain, just who and what I am. To know that I could do this, manifest physical changes, by just thinking them. How strong would my desire have to be?
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
A Mantra
Perhaps I’m coming to terms with who I am. Finally. Having never dared to dream that someday, I could. That someday I would.
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
A Simple Summer Dress
Again, I’ve done it again. I’ve lost count of the many renditions of this accounting. Writing it all down, only to delete the whole thing. My courage evaporating like the morning mist. Why must it be this way? What is it that causes me to, time and time again, deny myself the freedom that I desire so very much?
By Katie 4 years ago in Pride
The stolen motorcycle
Before the internet was ever a world changing phenomena, people took out ads in local papers. Papers specifically designed to sell things for people. Ours was called “The Pennysaver”. We always scoured the small ads hoping to find some treasure that someone was selling cheap.
By Katie 4 years ago in Families
Elderberry pie
With each season comes it’s own memories. Some tied tightly to the foods that we consume. Summer is no different, and has always had a multitude of tastes and memories in my life.
By Katie 4 years ago in Families
The Mists of Time
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. These words are spoken frequently among what few elders remain. Truly, only they can speak these words, and know them to be true. So, we should start there, where the elders say it began. All those years ago. As has been passed down.
By Katie 4 years ago in Fiction
Balance
To find balance, in an ever, increasingly chaotic world. To find peace, within the storm, that is life. To find purpose, when it is an elusive creature.
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
Waking up Old
Old is the land, old is my hand. My body, my soul. I wake with the weight of a blanket, a patchwork blanket, of decades, thrown over my body. It’s weight is a comfort, familiar and reassuring. Each patchwork, a different season, a different turning. Continually I add to this blanket of my life. All the episodes of my life, sewn together with threads from other’s lives.
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
The Third
From the start, I knew, it was you and me. Little did I know, that there was a third. From the start, it was you and me, and the bottle.
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
Future’s shadow
I stand poised, my toes touching tomorrow. All the days that I’ve lived, trailing out behind me. What seemed to take forever to arrive, now confronts me.
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
Words
What needs to be said, I cannot say. What needs to be written, I cannot write. So many times, I’ve tried. So many times I’ve written it all down. The words falling easily onto paper. But paper can be burned, words not uttered can be denied.
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets