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Cloudraker
Cloudraker
Cloudraker
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Life is filled with happiness, love, and optimism. Unfortunately it can also be imperfect, messy, and heartbreaking.

In a collection of raw, honest, and sometimes amusing poems, Heather Grace reflects on her delightful and sometimes depressing existence, as she contemplates all that life offers and takes away. While exploring her childhood, love, heartache, motherhood, marriage, addiction, divorce, and her small chats with God, she offers others the chance to reflect on their own missteps, failures, and joy that come with looking into the eyes of a young soul and finding hope once again.

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Release dateOct 7, 2019
ISBN9781480876613
Cloudraker
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Heather Grace

Heather Grace writes poetry on the run, in between listening to her existentialist six-year-old daughter and working her day job. Through her unapologetically honest, raw and often amusing poems, she hopes to crush mental health stigmas and encourages readers to expand the level of kindness they truly extend to themselves in any situation in their lives.

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    Cloudraker - Heather Grace

    Copyright © 2019,2020,2021 Heather Grace.

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    All proceeds of book sales are donated to wordoflifewellness.org

    This book is a work of non-fiction. Unless otherwise noted, the author

    and the publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of

    the information contained in this book and in some cases, names of

    people and places have been altered to protect their privacy.

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    ISBN: 978-1-4808-7662-0 (sc)

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    ISBN: 978-1-4808-7661-3 (e)

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2019908095

    Archway Publishing rev. date:  06/10/2021

    Contents

    Just Start

    Trying to Be An Adult

    Ten Years

    A Little Appendix: Exquisite Thoughts from My Existentialist Five-Year-Old

    This complexity

    I distilled

    in four sentences,

    or better yet

    one sentence,

    was going to run a river of ink to people I would

    never meet.

    Just Start

    Let’s begin each day again,

    all of us.

    Except me.

    I don’t want to get out of bed.

    I hope my words make someone feel something.

    If not, that’s okay.

    Some of us don’t feel too well.

    In all of it, God remains

    whom I sprint to

    for comfort.

    Usually when things are going horribly wrong.

    I am intensely private

    now, let my tears and my laughter

    be carried to you in words.

    I saw little dots as I lay on my back,

    birds so far away,

    sun sparkling through leaves.

    It was my first memory …

    Or maybe I just made it up.

    ………………

    They had conversations I did not understand.

    I wanted to walk like they did.

    Talk their language.

    Yet all I could do was crawl.

    Mom

    You are the toughest woman I know.

    You taught me to make it alone.

    I often felt lonely.

    Now solitude is my sanctuary.

    P.S. I did write a letter to ask to go live with the

    neighbor when I was seven.

    ………………

    Fights and tears,

    Snow and flowers,

    Screams and fears,

    Orchards and swings:

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