Pink Slipped Journey to Self

Jane Ranzman Writer

A journey can start with a slip. A pink slip. A slip from the person we were supposed to be.

So who said “Keep it together?”

Perhaps we need to blow it apart. Into small bits. Pink confetti.

Or schrapnell.

There is nothing so lethal as the known terror.

The predictable misery. Is there freedom in that?

Sometimes, we will find only by losing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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