http://slow.writerscafe.org/TriciaMc The original writings of author Tricia Mc en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047101 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am a womanI am a survivorI am passionateI am strongI am not going to put up with any s**tI am afraid...and afraid to be afraid I am honestI am flawedI am needyI am a truth tellerI am stubbornI am far from perfectI am an allyI am in pain when the world is in painI am lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873983/ Tell me where all the past years have goneIn my mind?Which to me is a kingdomIt excels all other blissI must find what wind serves to advance an honest mindTeach me to keep off envys stinging lashGo and catch a falling starTo see a world in a grain of sandTo hold infi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873830/ Everything she needs is already within herShe is loyal and understands that before she can stand up for others she must first stand up for herself For she must 'do' in order to understand how life worksShe is organized and everything has it's place She knows how to love like the oceanShe t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873820/ "If she's amazing, she will not be easy. If she's easy, she won't be amazing. If she's worth it, you won't give up. If you give up you're not worthy." Bob MarleyPassion makes her beautiful, for passion always doesRecognize it, worship itNot everyone is blessed with it, and it's not s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873806/ I want to know what you ache for, what you long forI want to know if you are willing to look like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being aliveI want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrowIf you have been opened by life's trials and betrayalsI want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873734/ Nevermind our various life circumstancesWe had all been flung in to the water without having been taught to swimWe ate, we slept, we formed our kaleidoscopic relationships and marched ever forwardWe licked chocolate from our fingersWe inspected our backsides while trying on clothesWe gave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873684/ The words are purposesThe words are mapsThe greatest blessings of mankind are within us and within our reachBut we shut our eyes and like people in the dark we fall foul upon the very thing we search for, without finding it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873675/ Trees that had once looked like any other to me became as recognizable as the faces of old friendsTheir branches gesturing with sudden meaningTheir leaves beckoning like identifiable handsI will sit by the river and listen to the lessons she has to share http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873538/ I am their mother, but moreTheir names blended in to one in my mothers mindI whispered them, I hollered them, hissed them and crooned themThey were my kids, my comrades, the end of me and the beginning The amount that I love them is beyond reachIt cannot be quantified or containedMy love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873531/ It was a world I'd never been to and yet had known was there all alongOne I'd staggered to in sorrow and confusion and fear and hopeA world I thought would both make me in to the woman I knew I could become and turn me back in to the girl I had once been http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873527/ She's worth it, your wild oneShe will set your world on fire, if you are brave enough to let herShe will enchant you, fulfill you and challenge youShe longs to run free, show her a meadow full of color where she can dance among sunflowersLet her roam outside with no fancy ornaments or gadget.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873525/ I am as wild as they comeI will push and pullI will shake the dust until all that doesn't belong falls awayI have a too-big doubt that I can be loved completelyI soak in life through all my sensesI know unsaid thingsMy mind is the largest of librariesI am of this world an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873512/ Maybe I am too sensitive.As a kid I hated crowded places. All those people with seething emotions was overwhelming.As I grew older I found ways to deal with all the anger, the sadness, the pain in the world.I drank. I took drugs. I voraciously watched movies and read just about anything to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873496/ I suppose what I believe is that we owe our mothers & daughters the truthThe way I laid my hand across my baby's back & ran my fingers through their hairThe way my soul remembers her laying her hands on meI hear her inflections in my voiceI see her knees emerging from my bath water.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873411/ I once had dreams of being a beautiful poetThose dreams were dashed & divided like a million starsIn the night sky I had wished on again & again, sparkling and brokenI have no regrets, for I know it takes losing everything you thought you needed to know what true freedom isI was alwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873405/ I too had forgotten the grassBut I used to do one-handed cartwheelsThen collapse in to it for the fine site of the blades close upAnd there was no sense of any kind of timeI was not holding in my stomach Or wondering what does my opinion mean to othersI was not regretting any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873392/ Gypsy blood runs through my veins, of that I am sure.I ramble, I wander. Someday I will travel to extremes.I will forever aimlessly adventure.I do not seek treasure though I search for clues, unscrambling riddles.I cannot be pinned or placed, nor will I expire upon the shelf.My imaginatio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TriciaMc/1873383/