For as long as I can remember, I’ve been writing. But what I can’t remember is when I stopped writing poetry. I can remember sharing my poems with someone who completely dismissed them. Maybe that was the moment. I honestly don’t remember. I do know that I’ve written less than 5 poems in the last 10 years. Maybe my inner poet is waking.
Tonight’s post comes from the lost files (AKA: my journals). Continue Reading
