Posted in life, Poems

Works in progress

here

and

now

it takes a lot of courage,

a lot of being in this moment

to paint over

the twisted angles,

inhabitants of a former time,

parasites that infested

an anger filled nest

pump

pump

build up from dust

I am nothing more than

a work in progress.

Living

is not

for the faint of heart, it is not

easy… it is a bloody battle,

an uphill climb,

a constant work in progress.

-Eva M.M.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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Author:

I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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