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A force to be reckoned with
Hi, dearest readers, welcome to a new post on The Dawn Chorus. It’s kind of funny/kind of sad how I was going to write something new for my blog and then realised that something I wrote last month perfectly describes me today, right now. So, here’s a (minimally edited) excerpt from one of my morning…
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For the first time in a very long time, I can see a future that isn’t a void of absolute darkness.
I’m glad to have survived and to still be alive somehow. And I can see myself living for another long while, too. My future feels precious again. I see open doors, opportunities, passion, and more good days than bad days 🌈 I know more storms will come my way, and I know that I will…
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Looking back & forward | 2022
On my previous blog, I used to write these types of posts monthly to help me look back on the journey so far and focus on what is coming next. There are loads of things that I used to do, but most of them now feel like a distant memory; a forgotten light. Where I…
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She is tired of waiting, too.
These days, I haven’t been there for myself or anybody else. I have been mindlessly roaming–every breath I have taken the last two years has felt like glass shards entering my lungs. A week ago, I was once again lost in a soundproof bubble; the purpose of which I mistakenly thought was to shelter me…
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gravity owns you
The air never fills my lungs completely, most of the time I’m heaving through a hand sewn smile. No one has to know—look through me. Long before this vessel was even made, something was already broken. Wires wouldn’t know to embrace each other, parts couldn’t fit together, and to this day, cannot move freely—They cannot…
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Lightfast grief
I know what forever is, it’s the illusion of Light. Nothing lasts but my heart. There is no tunnel, no end in sight. I will be watching as every beautiful flower — Conduits of love, keepers of Light — Grow weak and wither before my wide eyes. The world fades and I am doomed to…
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a whispered chord, no progression
I built my nest in a sand clock; safest haven, highest treetops.I took a gamble on this tall branch — maybe it’ll hold. I don’t remember where came the first cracks, how immaculate glass stained. what stone made the first ripple on the river as she slept. eternities starving on my lap one of them…
…where Time is merciless and Light feeds darkness.
The Dawn Chorus… 