Shelly Snow Pordea

My heart is torn betwixt two places And yet I cannot go The path once traveled Lies in wait And beckons me back home But here I find the worlds not there And there the things not here So as I live another day My heart goes to and fro I'll brave a path that winds and bends To distances not taken And find my place in lives now shared In values not yet shaken So onward to this home I lack I stay another day Knowing that when time has come My other place awaits #poems #expatturn

This writing thing is throwing me for a loop. I know. Kinda sucks. I'm a writer. I recently had someone ask me if I feel pressured to "make it" now that I quit my full-time job and define myself as an author. Um, yeah. Totes presh. Not in the good way. But it's more than that. I feel an anxiety that is pulling at me like gravity, and I want to retreat. Curl back up into my shell and let the world spin around me. Because I get nauseated at the mere thought of putting my creati

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