Making life happen

On poetry

Yesterday, I had something to say. 

I’m not sure what it was anymore. 

Oh yes!

Poetry.

I want to pull out my poetry.

People who write poetry are often afraid of criticism. At least I was. I’m not talking about poets, just people who write poems. 

I’m no poet, but I want to write, so I’ll pull out my binder full of sheets torn out of random notebooks over the years.

I only write for children these days, but my youth was full of sad musings of a misunderstood girl, of responsibility, of inner struggles, of loneliness and other things.

It’s time to learn and grow. Time to let out the child, trip and fall so I can walk, maybe run, maybe fly.

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