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JOYce Treasure

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Stepping out of that narrative she found the essence of her true self. You’re in the right place, the right time, undressing that state of mind.
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Scarlet memories spoken from her heart draws back the pain, blooded through savage theologies passed down by a perforated namaste in a long, but not forgotten time.
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In a storm of confusion, a crack appeared for her to shine. Not the way that pride shines, or goals score, nor in the way that exams pass their expectations, but more like water reflecting light, or the way the moon serenades the sun, or the way waves and oceans separately unify themselves within the chambers of earths mind.
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“I would rather be standing here”, she thought, “with my transient scars than chasing through that deluded darkness lit only by lies.”
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Pausing to think about the clack men were generating from their position of privilege, she considered how they failed to recognise the advantage in their position.
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“Remove your name place”, the wind chimed to her colours of reasoning, “shift to one side, and let their aggressions consume themselves.”
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Albeit, the most lonely and solitary of all choices, the simple idea found immediate peace, despite its unsettling adjustment in direction.

Artwork and poetry by Joyce Treasure

 

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