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And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’

Renee Stone

If I could reverse time, I would spend more time looking into what ailed my loved ones – would have learned more about medical gaslighting.
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Learning Love Medical Myself Time
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.
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Alone Carry Myself Stranger Thinking Tired Weight
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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Determination Feeling People Strength Vulnerable Yourself
I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
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Attachment Call Meaning Myself Stand Thinking
They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.
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Dance Light Moon Myself Stars Summer
I wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.
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Care Darkness Feeling Myself Night
Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.
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Fly Guard Heart Broken Myself Time Wondering
When you and the world are out of breath, take the steps to ensure your own needs are met. By the moment you know someone can’t on their own, you’ll hopefully be ready to help.
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Breath Help Hope Need World Yourself
Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.
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Escape Myself Positive Reading Scare Sweet Writing
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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Art Expression Fruit Memories World Yourself
I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
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Face Happiness Morning Myself Rate Smile Wake Up
To be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.
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Journey Path Spirituality Understand
I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.
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Cold Escape Fingers Growth Myself Toes
I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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Promise Sadness Song Verse Writing
My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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Growth Myself Passage Time Word
We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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Distance Ourselves Save Word

And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’

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And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’

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