Isn’t a command
Magic lends no hand
She flicks her wrist
Without a brush is only a wish
She double-checks her circling motion
Curious if it was a mistake she opt-out of concocting a potion
This time tapping her foot
Nothing but a puff of soot
Taken back, she takes another look
Opening the spellbook her spidey senses are shook
In not so fine print it warns,
Creativity is free. Not to be cast upon thee
Scoff, how has it missed me?
Author: Revenge of Eve
'Eve', the author, discusses issues surrounding mental health. Blogging connects her with other like-minded individuals who share a similar experience. Her humble approach aptly describes her experience as a mom, daughter, sister, and friend who is diagnosed with several mental disorders. She chooses to not allow her co-occurring diagnoses to define her. True to her personality, she creates her own "niche" in the blogging world. Coining her niche "An Unconventional Lifestyle Blog" gives her the freedom to discuss a wide spectrum of topics which culminate to display her multifaceted personality. She elevates her voice using the WordPress platform while she explores avenues to broaden healing, promote growth, and unite with beautiful souls.
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