By michaela renee on 8/11/2010 10:04 AM

I saw a picture from an elementary school in 1933, the boys were dressed in overalls, the girls had on long knickers. I’ve been tossing around thoughts of “back in the day” for awhile now. But, the reality of how much the world has changed didn’t hit me until I was in Las Vegas this past weekend. And I didn’t get up the courage to write (for fear of being called a hypocrite) until this morning, when I ordered a croissant sandwich from the café downstairs at work, and got talking about “back in the day" when Ranch dressing, was House dressing and it was always made from scratch, with love.

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By michaela renee on 8/10/2010 10:44 AM

I whisper to myself, let go.

I took a stab at a sonnet,
one that didn’t rhyme so perfect
Because writing can flow without purpose

I read words from the famous Neruda
I began to wonder about depth
I found the fear of the unknown, again

I whisper to myself, let go

I realized nothing is deserved
But it’s not my purpose to stay silent
Perhaps without voice, but with the pen
I feel what is deep in my chest again

I do not want to write,
yet there is so much to feel
I want to touch on every thought, emotion
Vanish them in the same breath

I whisper to myself, let go.

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