Advent is all about waiting. Don’t wait. Don’t let life happen to you. Don’t be everybody else. Take the road less travelled. Write your own story. It’ll be unconventional and uncomfortable. Sometimes (a lot of times) it’ll require bloody hard work. But tomorrow, for a great many of you, it’ll be a day off. Of celebration and relaxation. With friends and family. Amongst all the turkey and trimmings take a moment to reflect. It might not be too late. Advent ends today but your story could be just beginning.
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Saying Goodbye To Unrequited Love. {poetry} | Rebelle Society
I am a woman.
Wild,
complex,
made whole
by her contradictions.
I kiss you and cut you
in the same breath,
I breathe you in
and push you out
without batting an eye.
I ride waves you’re afraid of.
I swim in waters
that drink your dreams.
I kiss your lips
and leave a scent
you can’t conceive of.
I live in tides
that bridge you and me.
You draw me back
and pull me in
without breathing.
You offer shelter
in the harbors
of a closed off shore.
But my beauty, my breath,
is in the ocean.
I’m made alive by waters
you can’t explore.
Where is the lighthouse
that beams breath,
life,
love,
a home that inhales
the wave I ride in?
You, beloved,
You, dear stranger,
You exhale.
… you can’t breathe
the water I’m in.
So farewell my love,
farewell my friend,
farewell to washing into you.
I bid goodbye with a tender heart.
May loving tides fall upon you.
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Chelsea Roff is the founder of Eat Breathe Thrive, a nonprofit supported by The Give Back Yoga Foundation th
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Poetry By Heart | Minority
I was born a foreigner.
I carried on from there
to become a foreigner everywhere
I went, even in the place
planted with my relatives,
six-foot tubers sprouting roots,
their fingers and faces pushing up
new shoots of maize and sugar cane.
All kinds of places and groups
of people who have an admirable
history would, almost certainly,
distance themselves fro me.
I don’t fit,
like a clumsily translated poem;
like food cooked in milk of coconut
where you expected ghee or cream,
the unexpected aftertaste
of cardamom or neem.



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