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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Cornelia DeDona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters Member-At-Large of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii for thirty-six years. She makes her home in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York.
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 October 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women’s Vinnie Ream contest was awarded the 3rd place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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