http://slow.writerscafe.org/mperez4355 The original writings of author mikaykay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004793 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sometimes being bold is making the simple choice to get out of bed and be the best you that you can be that day. Maybe being bold means making a check list of things you wish to accomplish today, and striving to do so. Maybe being bold means forcing yourself to eat, even if the smell makes you nause.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mperez4355/1937588/ In the midst of every circumstance, when I am at my lowWhen I look around and it seems as if there is nowhere for me to goI will turn my eyes to the heavens, to the creator of everythingI will remind myself that I am not alone, I will tell my soul to singI will reach out to the hand, the hand that m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mperez4355/1937398/ I am five foot three inches. I am not slim, but I am not "thick." I'm kind of stuck in this weird grey area. I have long brown hair, all the way down to my waist, and there are streaks of blonde that appear almost as if to be playing peekaboo throughout it.I have big hands and long fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mperez4355/1937390/ I've been running all night searching for a place to rest my head. I've been begging someone to let me in. I can't figure out why no one see's her. She comes back every day, she doesn't let me sleep, she doesn't let me eat or even think. I've lost myself, I can't even remember my name...the only thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mperez4355/1937325/ You don't know meYet still you judge meYou don't know half of what I've been throughBut you judge meYou don't know that my mother died of an accidental suicideYou don't know that my father has never been by my sideBut you judge meYou don't know the pain of being alone very single dayYou don't know w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mperez4355/1937320/ For a moment I believed all of the things that were saidFor a moment I let all of your words resonate inside my head For a moment I felt that I was worthlessFor a moment I felt like I had no purposeFor a moment...For a moment I go lost in the worlds depiction of who I am, who I'm not and even w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mperez4355/1937316/