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Goddess Within

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A collection of poetry to explore the feminine divine within. 

I've been writing what seems like forever, and I have shared countless poems on my IG @poetry_goddess88. Recently my courage has risen and I took the plunge, I gathered a small collection together and published a small chapbook through CreateSpace, "Bleeding on the Page: my soul exposed". 

The ideal of embracing the goddess within has been a theme I've graced upon before, and I strongly believe that all women of all ages should find her inner goddess. 

This world tries to always stuff us in boxes, or slap a label and identify. I have always struggled with finding my identifier, and finally realized I didn't need one.

Instead through my writings I have broken free of the boundaries and am exploring a variety of themes, genres, styles, and topics. I write what I feel, what I see, what I experience, and what I dream. 

Hope you enjoy the journey.All Rights Reserved

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