Imposter, who?

I have to squash the cry of that part of me that rebels against the rest of me. The part that wants to see me small, and smaller still. It’s the Amy that is meek and mild, the Amy that can’t move for fear of wrong turns, the Amy that doesn’t speak up for what […]

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Give me hope

We are born into hope A wide open world waiting for us, anticipating our arrival ‘Dream big little one,’ we hear And so we do, because everything is possible when nothing is impossible  We discover the world without fear of failure, without fear of wrong turns, without fear at all We hope, and then we […]

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