Never surrender
to defeat
your passion
will carry you
over the rough patch
that mud bog
that huge cavern
called BLANK
It may seem
as if you are used up
devoid of anything meaningful
but take heart
and bootstrap
chew on them
rinse with clear spring water, spit out the muddy
and soar
Let go
of the morose
dispassionate
moronic
self-loathing
it will only
block
the stream
the flow
the voice,
unwavering,
will surely
find itself
again.
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2016 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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