I have been calling 2024 as my year of health.
Learning to feel emotions for the first time.
The poem in this post was started in December 2019, at the end of a really hard year for me.
I haven’t logged into my Wordpress account in well over a year to do more than just update the password.
Why is it so hard for kindness to win?
Everything happens in threes, they say.
An anchor resting on the ocean floor.
A poem about my quarantine experience.
This poem was created from the prompt Rarasaur shared on her blog.
It’s been one year.
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