Sitting on the ledge looking down
Remembering the climb
A brief respite
The past is but memories
That shape the present
Unchangeable, yet it is not you
The future is a choice
It is not written
Don’t stay on the ledge, climb again
Sitting on the ledge looking down
Remembering the climb
A brief respite
The past is but memories
That shape the present
Unchangeable, yet it is not you
The future is a choice
It is not written
Don’t stay on the ledge, climb again
Take a chance and see where it takes you! 💛
Pen to paper.
reconstruction + emotional health
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I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet committed to love's transmission.
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
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A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer
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