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Rebecca Rawson

Fitting The Pieces of Acceptance

Acceptance of reality, “What Is!”, as a positive step forward isn’t giving up … It’s about accepting the reality of circumstance, moving forward with a balanced perspective and hopefully surpassing all expectations.

So why do some of us fight for so long to overcome negative circumstances or personal limitations in a way that prevents us taking a different path that leads to a brighter outcome … It is a scenario that can play out through any number of life experiences, including life altering injuries such as traumatic brain injury and whiplash.

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His Mistress and I

Creative Writing – Short Story

Her voice blows across the winds throughout the seasons, whispering his name, drawing him closer to herself as the heat of the hot dry summer settles in for its time. She is his mistress, the memories of her pervasive allure from one summer to the next quietly captivating him during our time together, he and I … Summer dawning, I have no option but to allow him to embrace his love for her one more time, all of her seductions simmering beneath the surface during the seasons that are ours alone.

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Embracing Me

Poem – Embracing Me

With more than 15 years of hindsight since I wrote this poem about weight loss, along with many more cycles of gaining and shedding in between, I have more than a few thoughts reflecting on this poem about self acceptance, disbelief and insecurity … For now I’m going to let this poem stand on its own and follow up with some thoughts at a later time.

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Masks

Poem – Masks

It is such a shame so many of us feel the need to hide and discard what we are told has little to no value. Sadly, what lay hidden behind so many masks are the most valuable talents and traits of all.

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Lining Up The Unmentionables

So the question of the day is this, “Should underwear ever be hung on a clothesline outside, or should those must have under garments that we all wear, (well the majority of us wear anyway), be hung in a dark corner of the house, remaining unmentionable?”
Seriously though, this is the kind of question that wakes an over-thinker like me at 2am in the morning!

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Gym Days

Poem – Gym Days

The air is cold with mist outside while I sit here this morning writing out this poem, its a mist left behind by the early morning rain that still drips from the gutters and trees, the first signs of winter just beginning … These were my favourite gym days, still I take time to reminisce on mornings just like this one.

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