Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
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Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
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We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
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Benjamin Grossman 
This one first grabs you, then gut punches you. Great poem!
Thanks so much!
Wow!
Thanks. Sorry for the late reply!
Does this refer to a writer’s block?
Yeah, that’s exactly what’s it is referring to. Because I went through an bad illness and didn’t write for four years. And then I got worried I wouldn’t be able to ever again. But I guess writer’s block is kind of just a blockage and it can go away once we remove that block. Thanks for looking at this one!
I am so glad that you are able to create freely again. And sincere hope that you are managing the illness well. And praying for miracle healing. 🙏
Thanks. Doing much better this last year, and definitely focusing more on writing. Thanks, truly 🙂
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That’s an incredibly powerful and evocative way to describe finding your voice as a writer.
Thanks 🙂