{"id":873,"date":"2019-01-24T19:44:13","date_gmt":"2019-01-25T01:44:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/?p=873"},"modified":"2019-02-25T20:06:03","modified_gmt":"2019-02-25T20:06:03","slug":"new-beginnings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/new-beginnings\/","title":{"rendered":"New Beginnings"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"clear: both\"><\/div>\n<p>Sometimes you just need to start over,<\/p>\n<p>when the world is not a bed a clover.<\/p>\n<p>Stress is the killer of your body and soul,<\/p>\n<p>it make you feel all out of control.<\/p>\n<p>You have to step back and take a look at your life,<\/p>\n<p>to cut out the stress with a knife.<\/p>\n<p>When I cut some of the stress from work,<\/p>\n<p>a silver lining was my perk.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>Poem Style &#8211; Rhyme \/ Poem Catagory &#8211; Personal<br \/>\nWritten by Lady Kathleen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes you just need to start over, when the world is not a bed a clover. Stress is the killer of your body and soul, it make you feel all out of control. You have to step back and take a look at your life, to cut out the stress with a knife. When I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1827,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","rop_custom_images_group":[],"rop_custom_messages_group":[],"rop_publish_now":"initial","rop_publish_now_accounts":{"facebook_10217940033071675_2067660953325404":"","twitter_62031022_62031022":""},"rop_publish_now_history":[],"rop_publish_now_status":"pending","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[43,5],"tags":[629,731,837,838],"class_list":["post-873","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-personal","category-rhyme-style","tag-rhyme-style","tag-stress","tag-work","tag-work-of-art"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/files\/2019\/02\/2917098757_1cf78c5fde.jpg","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paKwh0-e5","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/873","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=873"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/873\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1827"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=873"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=873"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ladykathleen.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=873"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}