Hold On. Let Go.

Hold On. Let Go.

Poetry by Liz Baronofsky 

It’s hard to explain the part of your journey
You have to face alone
I’ve been dangling on a thread
For a good portion of my life
Hooked by fear
Teetering between holding on
And letting go
Of most things
Of almost everything

I’ve been as close as a step away from giving up
5 steps away from moving forward
10 steps away from running
A mountain away from faith
And at times
Inches away from the edge

(Hold on tight the pendulum is shifting).

About the Poet

<strong>Liz Baronofsky</strong>
Liz Baronofsky

I grew up in a small town, right outside Philadelphia. I am a full-time Mom, Registered Nurse and also own a photography business (B Philly Photography). I spend as much time outdoors as possible and feel most connected and grounded amongst nature. 

Writing has carried me through the best and worst times of my life. I lost my father to cancer at age 7 and when you’re that young you don’t carry the capacity to truly comprehend such a large loss. As I got older, the only way I could give that part of me a voice was through writing. As an adult, right before my oldest daughter was born, I started having debilitating anxiety and panic attacks. Writing was one of the few outlets I had to help me process and navigate through those experiences.

Now, with the very recent loss of my sister, I have found that writing has truly been a saving grace for me. I am currently putting a manuscript together for a book. Hopefully, in the near future, it will be published.

You can follow me on instagram @wage_the_war  Instagram

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A conspiracy theory?

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Please pardon the blog hiatus!

Please excuse the blog hiatus
Please pardon the blog hiatus
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That’s when I began to hear myself, over and over again, tell my daughters that it is important to follow their dreams. That dreams require passion, persistence, and sometimes sacrifice. This website, and a more serious approach to my Eve Poetry Instagram account, became ways for me to start walking the walk. I want to show my girls a good example of what I believe is so incredibly important.

Taking life in our own hands

Life is so precious. We hear people say this often, but we don’t often see people do something about it. Those that do something about it are out living and experiencing rich, fulfilling lives; or at least trying to.

That’s what I want for myself. That’s what I want for my family. A rich and abundant life. Not financially (although that would be nice too). I’m referring to riches of time and experiences. Fulfillment. To leave this precious time we have on earth without regret. To know we spent the years, hours, minutes and seconds with those we love most, doing activities we enjoy. That we did so unselfishly. We loved others. We helped others. We helped each other. We were there for one another. We lived a life, of life. Not of things. After establishing the What, I knew I needed to begin the How.

My how

Writing is my How. I’m going to do my best to make it the How. The work that allows me more time with my family. More time living. More time.

Which brings me back to the hiatus referenced in the title of this blog. In pursuing my passion, I also realized I have a passion for mentoring and helping others. Thus began the Eve Poetry Writing Group Instagram account, and the Writers and Poets Cafe Facebook group.

While this remains a passion project of mine, and I’ll continue both; the time invested in both required I put this blog on the back burner for a few months. But I’m back! I am shifting the balance back to my own work and endeavor as a writer. There’s more to come. Stay tuned!

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