Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
Mass. couple gets parking ticket form place they’ve never been
Though many may find this tale worth the ride,
I walk life’s path, no wheel to guide.
Not a headline I’d pause to see,
Were it not placed in front of me.
This tale, I feel, may strike a chord—
For who among us has not ignored
A voice that calls with hollow charm,
A whisper laced with hidden harm?
We’ve learned to doubt what meets the eye,
To question gifts that seem too high.
Yet trust, once cracked, is slow to mend—
Especially when truth won’t bend
To fit the shape of our own days,
And slips unseen beneath our gaze.
A ticket arrives—what strange mistake,
For a journey you did not take.
How can it be, this phantom scene?
A mirrored plate, the cause unseen.
The bills arrived—absurd, unfair—
For tolls I’ve never passed, nor dare.
No wheel I steer, no road I roam,
Yet claims arrived to mark my home.
A transponder tied to a name not true,
While silence speaks from the life I knew.
No license held, nor ever sought—
By sound and scars, that right I’ve fought.
Struck too often, left unheard,
My truth dismissed, my voice deferred.
To prove again what I am not,
Takes time and peace the world forgot.
We’re judged by shadows, blamed by ghosts,
By systems blind that burden most.
Life asks enough—why must we strive
To prove we breathe, to just survive?
Let worth be built in kinder ways,
With time well spent and gentler days.
I’ve learned to rise for what is right,
To guard the truth with steady light.
And urge each soul to hold their ground,
When storms of doubt come swirling ’round.
Don’t yield, don’t bend, don’t turn away—
Let courage guide you through the fray.
For every step, though steep or slow,
Can clear the path for dreams to grow—
Not just for you, but those you love,
With strength and hope from skies above.
This story stirs a gentle call,
To cherish self, the root of all.
It speaks of tending hearts with care,
And holding space for healing there.
For in ourselves, we must confide,
To find the strength we hold inside.
A quiet truth, both deep and wise—
That self-love helps the spirit rise.
Press on with fire, through storm and strife—
Let hope and will breathe into life.
Though trials come and shadows rattle,
Stand tall, hold fast—don’t yield the battle.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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