“The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience.
I am jumping for joy that Lisa Reiter is back from summer vacation and posting #BiteSizeMemoir prompts once again! This week she asks that we throw the dice to see which number word prompt we will write for. Being as I don’t know where there is a pair of dice right at this moment, I decided to read it and immediately was pulled to number 5, ties. Lisa gives us the choice between poetry, prose, or ten lines of I remember.
ties that bind
bind our hearts and tangle our feet
feet that can’t move as though stuck in cement
cement weighing the child I used to be many summers past
past time to let go, drop these binds that trip me and make me fall
fall into being all of who I am without these ties that hold me down
down to me, my soul screaming to be heard loud and clear
clear to speak my truth that’s begging to unfold
unfold my limbs to skip and dance again
again I dance
Now it’s your turn, will you throw the dice, or will you choose for yourself? What ties are binding you?
#BiteSizeMemoir by Lisa Reiter this week is Bite Size No Brainer check it out! I am enjoying participating in Lisa’s lovely BiteSizeMemoir, I hope you decide to explore it for yourself. You never know what juicy tidbits you will remember, or be triggered, from her prompts.
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Morgan Dragonwillow: Writing rebel, stress relief explorer, recovering perfectionist, cooking as therapy, poet & author that (mostly) doesn’t let her fears get in the way of her passion for writing and creating. She is team leader at @StoryDam, creatrix of #OctPoWriMo, and you can find her at, A Poet’s Kitchen, cooking up simply delicious meals. She lives in Marietta, Ga. with her loving and patient partner, their dog that thinks she’s a princess, and the cat that reminds her that she isn’t.Find her on Google+
“Sometimes poets write what we wish we could say, and they tell us what we need to know. The poems in Wild Woman Waking lead us to a place where we can proudly refuse to be “bent and broken”; instead, they document a journey to self-acceptance, peace, and understanding – where in a community of women, we celebrate and dance as Mud Women. We become women of spirit and keepers of our own keys.” ~Beth Camp
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