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  Breaking the Cycle  by Kristy Pickett She felt the pain of a thousand waves crashing down on her,   She felt the sorrow of doubt,   Self-doubt.   Self-hate.   Her honor taken at such a young age.   Her innocence gone.   Life may be all the things you wanted,   But for her, they have been forgotten.   Finding ways to rid herself of the pain,   Drugs.   Alcohol.   Sex.   Nothing seemed to get her fix.     The attention she craved was negative,   Always negative.   When she did find positive,   She rejected it like poison in her skin.   Harboring feelings of resentment,   Left her angry.   She felt anger.   She felt pain.   Always thinking, “Never Again”.   Breaking the cycle of hurt.     She found herself in a world that loved,   A world with hate,   For she thought she had been given her fate.   Mixed emotion washed over her,   And ...

Amid my troubled youth, probably around sixth grade. I found myself stuck behind the pages of a book. The love I had to escape my dark reality, it helped me become the person I am today. I started reading to run away from my home and school life, diving into worlds of nerdy princesses and teenage sleuths. I loved anything by James Howe or Meg Cabot. They were my first experiences with enjoying literature. At first it was hard for me to read, I found myself not understanding what I was reading because I could not pronounce the words. So, I took it upon myself to check out the audiobooks from the library and follow along with the voice in my headphones. I quickly learned to read faster, jumping from book to book to stay in the worlds created by my favorite authors. My mother always used to say, “What book are you reading now missy” and I would tell her and brag about the characters, how I wanted to be like them. She’d smile and be grateful for such a mindful daughter. I never meant to hu...

I know this is late but I wanted to take the time to think on it. I wanted to take the time to real contemplate my successes thus far with my writing.  I cannot believe it has been over a year since my first post. The reality is being a writer is hard work. The amount of hours I’ve spent editing, rephrasing and perfecting my work. It’s tedious, but I would not change it for the world. I love my hobby, it brings me a joy no one person could. I find myself in my darkest of thoughts and when I read a book, or work on my book, it brings me joy. I have worked so hard to be where I am today. The dozens of followers I’ve gained in the year and over a thousand reads between my three books and trending a few times. It makes me happy that I put myself out there. It takes a lot of courage to put yourself out there and I did, it feels good to know that the few people that have read have found enjoyment in my writing. I tried hard to capture a romantic light in Alex Walsh that women would love....