Who knew that I would be posting so much poetry, but this has been a busy week for it. A woman's inate ability to cry for joy or for sorrow is so widely misunderstood and in these days of Paxil and Prozac, too often we are denied the sheer natural ability to sheed tears genuinely.
So, I don't know if anyone else will read this, or even understand, but I need to cry when I am sad. It is an honest reaction. So, to me is writing about loss and sorrow and joy and lust. Writing is an outlet.
I challenge everyone to write and let their emotions out. Even the scary ones. It's healthier than loading up on prescriptions or reaching for the wine bottle.
Love
Kennedy.
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