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Author: Lee Under the Cedar Trees

I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.

This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.

"Through journaling, your voice cannot go unheard."

How Far, These Tiny Hands

Published by Lee Under the Cedar Trees on November 22, 2024

Today I look at my hands
My tiny, small, woman’s hands
And run fingertips over the
Small callouses beginning to form
The skin beginning to dry
And crack in places
And I feel happy
For everything I can do now
All these things that younger me
Wouldn’t even dream of

November 22, 2024

On Emotional Suppression

Published by Lee Under the Cedar Trees on November 15, 2024

I suppress the surges, even when I don’t mean to. 

They swell, then subside. 

I swallow and swallow and swallow them. I push them so far down, I think they must be gone. 

Empty in the outer layers, but, underneath, tiny vibrations, too far away to register with a label, yet present enough to remind me of my worth.

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