What is truly terrifying about ghosts is the pity we afford them for their current state, the truest feeling they evoke most often is regret and grief. Nothing is more sobering than seeing a once livened person or memory turn into a carcass of its former self. Comparisons from what was to what is can […]
I am ready for this new chapter. I am ready to learn! I am ready to grow and develop as a writer. I miss being the recipient of knowledge. Going back to school will be an exciting and memorable journey. 🙂 #writingstudies #stjosephs #StJosephsUniversity
I am a writer, a listener and a speaker.
I believe in myself, as well as the magnificent students in my classroom.
I want sincere happiness for those who carry the burden of protecting my heart.
I am a writer, a listener and a speaker.
I feel excited about my future as a lover of learning.
I wonder, can admiration conquer hate in this cruel world?
I worry that countless, valiant efforts will not lead to triumphant victories.
I am a writer, a listener and a speaker.
I understand that I am Angela Prendergast and I am my own person; responsible for both careless and thoughtful actions alike.
I am understood by the misunderstood.
I am a writer, a listener and a speaker.
I have been told my entire life that I need thicker skin. At 23, when I believe I have developed it, it seems as if I revert back to the girl who just needs thicker skin.
Thicker skin. People shout this advice whenever they can grasp my fears in the palm of their hands, as if I can just exfoliate this thin layer that engulfs me, shedding years of insecurity in a days time. Thicker skin.
An illusion that I have been chasing my entire life. Just when I think I have grasped the concept, it slips through my hands like a wet bar of soap, resulting in me chasing it frantically around the slippery shower I call life. I spend days dragging around my own self critics because I am both the recipient and sender of these internal wounds….. Thicker skin.
Yet, somehow I picked a life where every lip curl, eye roll, bad hair day, and late night is quietly observed by 100+ eyes a day. I guess I should just grow thicker skin.
What I know is that there is no difference between my readers and myself.
At the core, we are all the same; we are eager to fulfill and organically express ourselves in this estranged world. My hope is that my understanding of this keeps me grounded and relatable to the followers of my poetry. Thank you, thank you, thank you to all who have supported me through this publication journey!
Much Love. XoXo. Angela.
