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Complete, First published Apr 04, 2021
A few years ago, someone that I deeply cared about broke my heart. This person took everything that I loved about myself, without meaning to of course, and shattered it - effectively ruining how I viewed myself. 

It was a toxic relationship from the start, but it wasn't until we parted ways completely that I was able to see them for who they were. 

This poem is about my journey after we parted ways and how I began to figure out who I was without them. I am urging everyone that is reading this to spread their wings, take a leap, and learn how to fly free without the weights of the world dragging you down. 

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Completed: March 2019
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Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand narrative; it's about one person's toe dipping into the brokenness of the Earth, and the ripples, waves, tsunamis it created in her life. A couple of months ago, while consoling a friend grieving the loss of a relationship, he asked me a question no one had ever asked me before. A very vulnerable and powerful question. I had been sharing some of my own similar experiences with him when he messaged me that life changing question, "And, what did you see at the top of the mountain?" While his words were just letters on a screen, I could see the hunger in his eyes, hear the desperation in his voice, sense the overwhelming thirst of a person climbing up an incredibly steep and treacherous mountain. What did I see at the top of the mountain? This book is my answer to this question. Let's go for a hike.