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.
RENEE STONEWhen 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.
RENEE STONEI 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.
RENEE STONEThey 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.
RENEE STONETo be understood and accepted could change so many lives.
RENEE STONEIt 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.
RENEE STONEI write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
RENEE STONEPeople struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
RENEE STONEI carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
RENEE STONEI bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
RENEE STONEI lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
RENEE STONETell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
RENEE STONEI can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.
RENEE STONEI search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
RENEE STONEBody and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.
RENEE STONEWe walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
RENEE STONEWe’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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