Living Your Dreams
There's
a dream inside your heart, waiting to be free. A little voice inside
that says, "All I want is to be me." You know there's more to you than
meets the eye, but afraid to let it show, you hide that piece away
inside, but never let it go.
The time has come for you to shine, to open up that door. No reason now to hide inside, the world needs your light. Be brave my friend, be bold this day, step up and take my hand. You'll never be alone in this, I'll help you as you go. - Kayleigh Radatus It's all about you.
Play, be, dream, become. - Kayleigh Radatus
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Writing I used to write all the time. I still do on occasion, but far less than I used to. Reading this piece, I find myself remembering how much I enjoy it, and how beneficial writing is for me. I need to do more of it. This was me about 10 years ago. I wrote this poem and entered it in the Dorothy Shoemaker Literary Awards contest, hosted by the Kitchener Public Library, and counted myself as incredibly brave for doing so. I received an honourable mention in the contest and was so proud of myself! I still am! The contest organizers asked if I would be willing to read my writing at the awards ceremony. I was terrified, and couldn't do it. The me I am now would be able to, and I love that I have accomplished so much since that day. In honour of who I was then, and the journey that has taken me from there to here, I present to you, "I need a new job". I need a new job dreams living in plastic shields, like furniture too precious to sit upon they creak and crackle with the sterility of it all... no comfort found in the soft contours and cushioned arms unworn, unlived, afraid to touch and make a mess scolded by the old lady in the faced house dress, her knee highs stretched too tight improper, unruly, misbehaving like a child grow up, do the right thing, be more like Joe in his suit and palm pilot follow all the rules; be stiff and aching as the old pressback chair in the corner. - Kayleigh Radatus Creativity
Open your hands & let your creativity flow to the page, canvas, instrument or whatever medium you choose & it will be as water to the parched ground, sun to the drooping flower, and everlasting love to the spirit; be that spirit broken or whole. Creation is a beloved gift to both the creator and those who perceive the creation. Please give it! - Kayleigh Radatus
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