day 273

rains beat down,
rivers rise,
i’m caught in the stubborn storm
just flotsam swept along

i feel the wind sting
like whips prodding me,
to take this journey
i know i must,
so far from the warmth
of what i know.


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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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