to get to the heart of the matter
where is the beginning of the road to
your self
where does the path become so tangled
that you sit and cry
in the midst of it all
until you look up
and see the dew on the leaves
the sun through the trees
and just believe
that who you are is there
somewhere
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About Me
- Theresa
- Theresa began her writing/publishing career in earnest at age 12 with an underground newspaper. It was near the end of 7th grade at a Catholic grade school, the paper was left anonymously around the school. Unfortunately, some of it was left jammed in the old mimeograph machine, and Theresa was the last one seen using it. A good writer, and enterprising, just always leaving one shoe untied. She, and her good friend Mary, were expelled from school.
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