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Melenie's avatar

What a wonderful poem, Celeste!!

I hereby declare myself not sorry.

I’m still piecing it together, but thank you for such a thought-provoking prompt! ❤️

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Celeste Davis's avatar

“Not sorry” is such a great thing to declare yourself Melenie!

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Tiffani Swarnes's avatar

Wow you hit the mail on the head! Self acceptance and the refusal of living in shame is true FREEDOM! Amen sister. I love your way with words and this was my perfect Sunday sermon for today ❤️

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Celeste Davis's avatar

True freedom! Yes! Thank you Tiffani :)

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Mary Hutto Fruchter's avatar

This is so beautiful. I love it. You are so good enough friend and I’m so glad you are my good enough friend. Thanks for introducing me to Erika’s poem and reminding me of it again. What a profound poem and writing exercise you

Have created.

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Celeste Davis's avatar

So glad you are my good enough friend too 😘😘❤️❤️

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Jessica's avatar

Love everything about this. I’m gonna think on this & declare something to myself. Looking forward to what comes forth❤️

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Celeste Davis's avatar

Oh! I'm excited for whatever comes out of your pencil Jessica!

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Regan Pence's avatar

Celeste! Currently crying in the grocery store parking lot after reading this poem. Thank you for sharing this with us. You are genius, and good enough, as always.

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Celeste Davis's avatar

Oh my gosh thank you so much Regan!

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Stefani Leavitt's avatar

Celeste!! This poem is amazing. It spoke right to my heart. Thank you so much for sharing. ❤️❤️

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Celeste Davis's avatar

Thanks Stefani!!

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tássia's avatar

poems are like spells. I shall do mine too!

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Jacob's avatar

A billion and a half stars yet still room for more. Encased in liquid ebony as if a reflection more than anything. Mirrors in a part of life, possibly the most important part. Where we are there or they are here, perhaps an effect of delirium from years of unfelt spinning.

Are we the stars to someone's sky? If so, why not our own? Why not the resolution to permit a heavens paradigm? Where glory isn't light years away. Nor a mile. Nor a foot. Nor an inch. It isn't a trophy you can win, nor a photo you can capture. It doesn't belong to the rich, the famous, the proud. The beauty Nor the beast. Rather, we find it behind our eyelids, dark and placid as the night. Where wonder moves our gaze to all different directions. Failing to capture all the stars within our own reflections. The failure is inevitable, with a billion and a half reasons why. Though that shouldn't keep our brilliance dimmed from the universe inside.

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Madi K's avatar

It is great to know that I am not alone in traveling a similar path! Thank you for the Sunday wisdom!

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Clarissa's avatar

Thank you, Celeste! For introducing me to Erica Jong and for your poem, both brought me so much clarity today.

I hereby declare myself rich!!

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