Poetry catharsis continues

I didn’t think I had poetry in me anymore… but somehow I have found the right key to that long-closed door.

I know that poetry is not everyone’s thing, and I’m not particularly offended if you skip my posts/do not care, but reading and writing it is proving extremely necessary to me lately.

I have a good outline written for another, which will be my FOURTH this year if I manage to finish it.

I got a little letter board from our local Buy Nothing group and am using it to remind me that I have the ability to find the poignant pain, the exquisite phrase, in the noise. Things can mean more than they seem.

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