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written by: Kara Jackman
Like a frustrated bud unable to bloom,
I find myself inside myself.
I want to blossom,
Yearn to stretch my delicate petals to the sun,
But the sun does not shine,
Nor does the water satiate my needs.
I must fight alone, unassisted,
Like a cactus
Squeaking out my existence
On what little prana I have stored within.
Her work has appeared in a number of regional, Massachusetts newspapers, non-profit newsletters, and local sports magazines. Her interests are many and varied thanks to her parents' commitment to artistic immersion. Her four years spent at the College of the Holy Cross did not hurt either. She blogs about music, fitness and self-improvement.
Kara resides in a suburb just outside the city of Boston.