I am going to buy me a Stuffy.

When life gets tough and days grow long, troubles seem to never cease,
I wish I had a Stuffy to bring me comfort, to bring me some peace.
Soft and furry to hold, good for hugs, my Stuffy would watch over me,
My Stuffy would ease my pain, to keep me safe and worry-free.
Oh, how I long for a Stuffy, to soothe my weary heart and soul,
To make me feel like a child again, all my broken pieces might feel whole.
But I am no longer a child. In my childhood dreams, I can not hide.
Yet I am going to buy myself a Stuffy, to give to the child that still lives inside.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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