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A Woman Alone In Her Kitchen

The Way I Woke Up One Day

By Yess BrycePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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A Woman Alone In Her Kitchen
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For years

Four years

It was the words in her heart

How not to fall

How not to drown

Teaching lessons of strength to herself

By falling

By drowning

The wetness of rain

The heaviness of truth

The weight of her wounds

Healing lessons for her Self

Patient and quiet

Wordless and silent

Hands in the dirt

Feet in the field

Cooking breakfast alone

The walls collapse inward

And suddenly the kitchen

Is the castle

Wide open and concrete

Sending signals north

Waiting for the arrival

Pretending nothing hurts

Because nothing does

It is another lesson

Do not let them in

Keep the mask on

And the kid gloves off

Treat them all as your own

Your own lovers

Your own heartbreakers

Your own golden healers

Falling into the pond of gold

The lake of grey

The river of green

The rushing water beneath their feet

Loud

Wild

Angry

And free.

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About the Creator

Yess Bryce

Currently halfway through my Creative Writing degree with Oregon State University, in an attempt to leave the cooking and farming world of work. Newly hired as a Contributor to Edible Magazine! It's working!

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