Teresa Moler
Joined February 2020
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My Transformation
Slow drudge, molasses. Nervous, out of it, coming thru it. Reaching pulling pushing, rising over negative, gradually becoming lighter. Heaviness lifting, over and over. Words taking me to another place- mind coming in focus, almost ready- ready to come out, ready to go out door- see the sky. Am grounded, clear in my mind, bursting with actionable thought. Now is the time. I’ve decided. Pop! Let’s set in motion goals. I’m there!
By Teresa Molerabout a year ago in Poets


