day 204

too often we cut
the stem soon to bud,
from fears of what may
we’re stuck in our mud
of dismay, discontent, we
stomp out our voice,
awaken the fear
to determine our choice
dance or to dream
for what we can’t see;
i prefer to remain
just being me.

7.23.17

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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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