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Sensitivity  The skin on my fingers is peeling, stressed by the newness of strings beneath. I misstep, stumbling in misjudgment, too far, a sour sound.  The distraction cracks the exercise of muscle memory, fumbling through overthinking I know I said all the wrong things, deafened in the aftermath of mistakes, a ringing of dull notes and your silence.  The calluses flake off my fingertips, daring raw flesh to try again.  But it hurts.

My inner poet disappeared for a few days. She hasn’t been that quiet for that long in quite some time. She’d like to say hello again and thanks you for listening.

Have a great weekend my friends!

–Leanne Rebecca

Posted in poetry, writing

Can you tell?

Can you tell


For day 6 of Heart Week,  on She’s in Prison, I’d like to touch on the importance of awareness. Tomorrow I’m walking in the St. Louis Congenital Heart Walk not just to raise money for research but to also to promote education about heart conditions. Congenital Heart Defects are the #1 birth related defect, meaning it’s likely that you’ve met more people impacted by CHDs than you realize. Join me in supporting them and their families by finding a walk in your area and/or donating to CHD research.

Go HERE for more information.