Matilda likes buttered pecans.
She says they slide down easily.
She never cooks them,
Preferring them raw.
But she thinks the shells taste funny.
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A piece about reclaiming personal power, setting boundaries, and letting go. An embodied and paced descent into the depths and rhythms of our emotionality. An exploration of hurt and reflection along a broader journey to honesty—the evolution from disillusionment to self-empowerment—only to resurface into awareness, revealing the process of transformation. It introduces vulnerability by way of change, self-expression, release, and renewal, and with clear reclamation. Layered, introspective, and ever-so whimsical, this prose highlights the movement through hardship into self-empowerment. The writer hopes to invite curiosity, thoughtfulness, and connection. This is not a romanticization of pain, nor is it a therapeutic how-to. It is simply, my truth.
By Ph03n1xR1s1nG23about 23 hours ago in Poets
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Is she high? Hahahahaha. Loved this!
Mmmm, butter. You may keep the pecans, lol.
Interesting concept
too funny....
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Whimsical, Sharon.
lol...this is great...is Matthew doing a challenge I missed? Or is this you just giving him a laugh? :) Either way, enjoyed it!