Poetry

Never Say Die

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/Photographer, and native New Yorker, Cornelia is currently a 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. View all posts by Cornelia DeDona