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  • Writer's pictureHannah Telluselle

Pure poetry

It's when we dare to express ourselves from our own inner deepest feeling, we become true. Where did my poetry go? Why can I not express myself freely, purely, personally from the heart any longer?

Maybe only another another professional writer would be able to understand the hesitancy when other women interfere misinterpret, copy, mock and wish it would be about them. So, we write what is appropriate, airy and polite. Keeping the truth to ourselves instead of praising the splendor we see around us. Is that what God gifted me with? To not share my gift?

I let the let the words dance themselves onto the page. The feeling travels through my body, until I let it become in my heart. A yearning to be enveloped. To be held the right way, expressed through my computer.

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