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They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.

Renee Stone

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.
RENEE STONE

Care Darkness Feeling Myself Night
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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Growth Hard Myself Need People Realize Thinking
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself
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.
RENEE STONE

Attachment Call Meaning Myself Stand Thinking
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 STONE

Alone Carry Myself Stranger Thinking Tired Weight
When you write me into your story, don’t set my end in stone. Feel free to let me go. I’d like to join your story, but remember I have my own.
RENEE STONE

End Join Myself Stone Story Writing
The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
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Hurt Let Go Thinking Try Yourself
Body and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.
RENEE STONE

Body Heart Mind Myself Separate Writing
I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
RENEE STONE

Promise Sadness Song Verse Writing
My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
RENEE STONE

Growth Myself Passage Time Word
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
If I could reverse time, I would spend more time looking into what ailed my loved ones – would have learned more about medical gaslighting.
RENEE STONE

Learning Love Medical Myself Time
Healing means looking within when you want to move on. Healing means letting go when your grip is too tight.
RENEE STONE

Healing Let Go Move On Yourself
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.
RENEE STONE

Myself Thinking Word Writing
To be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.
RENEE STONE

Journey Path Spirituality Understand
We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
RENEE STONE

Distance Ourselves Save Word

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