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She's in Prison

Poetry by Leanne Rebecca Ortbals

Cat Nap

cat-nap

This is my baby Cleo.

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heartbeat

debt

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shadow

in-thought

Ceiling

ceiling

I’m finding there’s no solace in the fact that it’s Friday and the weekend is here.

my-bedroom-is-me

Chamomile

chamomile

Grab yourself a mug of tea and smile 🙂

being-human

Run Away

run-awayThis poem is how I feel today. This is how I’ve felt all week. And though I can’t run away or get in my car and drive forever without knowing where I’m going, and though I can’t escape my own life or pretend to be someone else, it doesn’t mean that I don’t wish I could, even just for the weekend. I also know everyone out there has felt this way at some point or another, feel utter shame or sadness or overwhelmed or trapped in your own life. I’m comforted to know I’m not alone in that. I feel strong that I can admit I feel this way and I’m thankful I can use poetry to work through it.

the-sum-total-of-today

Mid-thought

Mid-Thought.jpgSometimes the hardest conversations to listen to are the ones between your own heart and head.

Homework Break

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Life’s busy as always. I’m thankful for the few brief minutes today that I took for myself to do a little writing. I wish you all a happy Tuesday!

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