Gwen Pederson, Writing Portfolio

A glimpse into my writing works

A college graduate with a degree in English and Communications, Gwen Pederson is a writer and aspiring author. She has completed works in many different writing styles, including poetry, short stories, blogs, letters, and more. This portfolio gives insight to her writing styles and capabilities.

  • Waters of Revival

    I once thought sun was the only way to live. Immersed myself in the warmth, color, and light. Take and take till there is nothing left to give, Leave me alone in the darkness of the night. Clouds of black wrapped around me like a bedsheet, Cried with me till our teardrops mixed together. Take

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  • Strength and Fragility

    I am a butterfly over the ocean. Baby blue wings outstretched over the sea, Unforgiving waves crashing ruthlessly Reaching every inch of the sky             Barring the air surrounding me. I am a sunflower in a wildfire. Petals of gold blossoming in the heat, Flames of destruction engulf the trees, Desperate to consume nature’s children-

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  • Feminine Love

    To love through femininity is a softer kind of love. The delicate touch of my fingertips, only wrapping my smallest finger             around yours, just enough for you to feel me. The curves of my body, soft and gentle when I hold you. Our bodies align like jigsaw pieces, folding into place when they find

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  • Girlhood

    I lost my girlhood. I don’t know exactly when or where it all happened, but it was lost and there was nothing I could do. I miss the days when I was too young to understand everything the world demanded from a woman. Be polite; stand tall but feminine; be strong but listen to those

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  • Two Years Passed

    It’s been two years since you broke my heart. It’s been two years             and I’m still getting over you. I think people expect getting over someone to happen quickly and all at once. Like one day you just wake up and realize you no longer think about them. I don’t think it’s that easy.

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  • unaccomplished

    i stand at the edge of a cliff on top of the mountain that took me years to climb i never thought i’d climb this high i don’t allow myself to appreciate the view all i can do is look back at the path i’ve come from praying i fall down so i have an

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