you’re able to be a great many things.
Within this varied crew, we meet Nora, an incredibly brave and quiet soul.
Abruptly, Nora and her peers are faced with this uncomfortable, startling reality.
What does it mean to be a young woman when so much of your normalcy has been stripped away?
How do you find yourself in the chaos?
Versions of me still waiting to evolve, waiting to manifest themselves through lessons and years.
But in this one, at this moment in time?
I have always written, always loved the ebb and flow of language.
I find myself in words, buried in sentences, slid in between bound paperbacks and library shelves.
What if words filled your mind in a way that calmed instead of rattled?
It is often the quiet that allows thought to blossom into a true, well-rounded story.
And so it goes that on a sleepy, rainy Monday, I might revel in solitude.
I might float through the day like river water, with my head high up in the clouds.
On a sun-soaked Thursday, I might want to dance.
I might want to stretch my wings and greet the world.
I might smile at strangers.
you might be both.
Like me, like Nora, you’re free to be a great many things.
you’re able to exist within stillness and yet remain a murmuring brook of strength.
Perhaps with a tight grip, perhaps with loose fingers.
It is all a part of your story.
It is all part of Noras story, too.
Part of the seconds and minutes and years that make up our lives.
It goes the same way for me.
Writing is such an immeasurable piece of my life story, but it isnt the whole story.
It is merely one small segment of a much larger, grand outline of my life.
We all have them.
We all experience the world through our own multidimensional built-in lenses.
We all have different traumas, different hardships, different struggles.
You might be a writer, too.
You might be a listener, a singer, a tap dancer.
You might be an artist, an observer, an analytical thinker.
It is up to you to decide which pieces of your life you lean into.
You are the president, the CEO, the manager and all of the employees.
You have to figure out which pieces light you up and which ones hinder you.
This is the hard part.
I have always believed that poetry, that connection, heals.
To lean in, truly lean into our complete selves, we have to first understand.
Poetry opens the door to that deep-rooted understanding.
Because we have to understand the selves within us that have a foothold in each of our facets.
The selves that fight for us, love us, challenge us, bring us pleasure and joy.
Throwing our heads back as we laugh, standing alone at a party.
Soft and hard, wise and foolish.
Writing and writing and writing.
Just as we are.
All of the versions of us.
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