I was broken and tired of hiding.
When finally, I held up the mirror
so that I could peer at my
fractured parts.
And saw that pain and struggle
had not turned me into
something angry,
unrecognizable, and hideous.
But into a stronger,
smarter, and more
formidable me.
-Michelle Stradford 2018
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RISING
PoetryGrowth, empowerment and resilience expressed through poetry, prose and musings. I hope that you enjoy my first collection of my interpretation of this wonderful thing we call life.
