Life really is a
beautiful thing, but it is
not always pretty.
How does it work?
Touches on the realities of life yet still nonetheless inspiring!
Very true.
More stories from Annie Edwards and writers in Poets and other communities.
She is a blade of grass— soft enough to sway, sharp enough to survive. Not the lush kind grown in manicured rows, but the kind that splits concrete
By Annie Edwards 9 months ago in Poets
My feet sink into the wet sand as the tide flushes by, covering everything in disappearing crystals of warm ocean. I’m running, I think, and the spray clings to my ankles, obscuring my legs from the lens.
By Maura Bernstein3 days ago in Poets
We have traveled a long road together through these stories—from the first encounter and the pain of betrayal to the maturity of middle-age love and the war between the heart and the mind. Now, we arrive at the most important destination: the sanctuary of the present moment. True strength isn't always found in loud victories or grand gestures. Sometimes, it is found in the quiet room where we allow ourselves to be vulnerable, knowing that we are watched over by a love that doesn't need words to be felt. This is my promise to myself and to the peace I have finally earned.
By Magma Stara day ago in Poets
Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for being here today. For those that don’t know me, I’ve been best friends with the groom since middle school.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Touches on the realities of life yet still nonetheless inspiring!
Very true.