A Simple Act
The most difficult thing to do, is nothing
To simply sit and feel
To breathe and live int he present
Observing the beauty of this ordinary life
we take for granted
To sip coffee alone
Gaze out the window
Undistracted
Browzing like a shopper
the outside life
of humans being humans
I gave my mind time to rest
I work hard, but I should not
burn myself out
I can rest
I can drink coffee
I can eat sweets
I can sit and live
I can say no
And I will always be worthy of a beautiful life
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Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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This was so profound and positive! Such a wonderful poem!