Scrambled Eggs on Paper

By Aspentera

That’s the grand thing about the mind
and how we process things,
there’s an infinite possibility of thoughts and conclusions.

Scrambled eggs are forgiving,
like poetry.

Aspentera understands that healing is never linear and that we owe ourselves forgiveness, even when it seems impossible.

In a debut collection of poems, Aspentera shares reflections that address trauma, love, the overwhelming intensity that accompanies having a soul mate, and the exhausting focus to recover after heartbreak. While candidly exploring the emotions that can accompany varied life experiences, Aspentera reminds all of us that words can become the missing puzzle pieces that put our lives back together again, that healing eventually comes with time, mindfulness, and self-love, and that new dreams are always waiting in the wings to transform our lives once again.

Scrambled Eggs on Paper is a volume of free verse that reflects on a young woman’s journey through life, love, heartache, forgiveness, and healing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Jan 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9781665725590

Aspentera

Aspentera was born and raised in Florida. She is a writer, motorcyclist, and YouTuber who sometimes cries in the shower. She embraces the vulnerability to wear her heart on her sleeve and passionately believes in the power of words to heal.

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ISBN: 978-1-6657-2557-6 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2022911498

Archway Publishing rev. date: 12/29/2022

acknowledgements

Inspired by L,

A thank you louder than the first concert I attended at 7, to my mother for continuously loving and supporting me while having the sincerity to always be honest with me. Thus giving this manuscript the push it needed to transform into a delicate extension of my heart in your hands.

A dedication to my best friend for the unconditional support you have given me, from making me feel like my writing had purpose and could move mountains, to helping me create a diversion story that included a racoon and a banana. (A story for another time).

Lastly, always, an overwhelming warmth to you, the reader who can relate to my story and find comfort or the avid poetry enthusiast who can enjoy the rhythm of my words. Thank you for bringing my book off the shelf and into your home.

Time is truly a healer: we will get through this.

Prologue

I’m obsessed with this idea

that things happen for a reason.

I’m trying to determine

if I really believe

that,

and if so,

how much?

If the universe just makes

things happen

for a reason

how does it live with itself?

It can control that some are

experiencing the happiest day of their life:

a newborn, a new house, a first kiss.

Meanwhile,

others are mourning their devastating losses

they’re homeless, wandering,

wondering if

they will be able to have dinner,

and some are saying goodbye

to their soul mate

over something petty.

Why is the universe the way it is?

Why do things just happen?

I continuously think of this

on smaller scales….

"Why is this rock placed in my path,

instead of two inches to the right

where it can hide among the grass?"

"Why is it I happened

to see this rock and notice it?"

I continuously think of this

on larger scales….

"Why is it that we humans,

mere cells in the vast expanse of combined

cells that form the universe,

try to live such meaningful lives

when, one day, we won’t be

remembered for honor roll,

holding the door open, or the words we got published.

one day there won’t be

anyone to remember

if we lived or if we died.

Now,

I’m not suicidal

and I’m not

trying to find tHe MeAniNg to life.

I have my own personal meaning, as do we all,

but this big picture haunts me as I try to understand

Why?

Why I noticed