For national poetry month, I am challenging myself to just write poems and share them. Here’s the first one:
it is just a season
they promised, would be short
i would “get over it,”
it will not run (over) me.
i have learned to listen
to the pages turn and let
my mind be filled with questions
and still
i am cherishing myself
even as “season” turns to
seasons an…
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