I want to tell them how tired I am because I don’t think it shows. But maybe it’s the same for them – all strangers to the weight each of us carries. So alone, we carry these loads.
RENEE STONEI spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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Why is it that you have more practice describing weaknesses than strengths? It’s not your fault they never went to the lengths to teach you how to value your strengths.
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I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
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It’s really hard to grow up wanting to provide people with resources and support and realizing that while I can and will do that – I also need more than I thought I would.
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I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.
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I escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.
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I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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We walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
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Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
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I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
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It felt vulnerable to have people know my weaknesses, but there is so much strength from going back to the start and re-determining who you are.
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I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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To be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.
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I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
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Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
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There is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
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