S.J.Edwards
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I'm here to be seen. To stumble around in the English language in an effort to find the right words to convey the world I see, the world I feel. I'm hoping I'm not alone.
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Setting the angel free
Identity is a strange concept, one that is heavily debated, as if the right answer lies just out of reach. Is it a fluid notion? Are we the choices we make? Are we made up of the things we love? Or is our identity like our safe haven. A home, buried deep within, a place of refuge, that no matter where life takes us, we revert back to, for self preservation.
By S.J.Edwards2 years ago in Confessions
Church with Grandma
Every Sunday morning his grandmother took him with her to their local church. He sat on a rickety old bench, where his feet didn’t touch the ground, and swung his legs. He would stare absent-mindedly at a hole in the ground, while the man at the front talked on.
By S.J.Edwards2 years ago in Poets
