Here’s to poetry. The best hiding place I’ve ever had. Writing in its sheltered corner for 5 years in a scattered, sporadic manner,
waiting for inspiration to hit me before I keel over a laptop to screen my sorrows, my angst, my hopes, and dreads.
The words I use mean so much more than I could ever give them credit, but I try.
I try to give each one of them a sense of purpose I lack. A clear story.
So here’s to poetry, the better version of you, the better version of all of us.