Musings I


What else should a poet do in the time of terror? 

Today, I lift my head from my personal woes. I grimace. I smile; as if they won't notice. I laugh. I joke, about what's before me. Because the world you see now, is not the one I was born in. That bad things are happening all over the world.
 
And the empath in me is awakening.

 

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In The Life Of A Poetess
In The Life Of A Poetess

So I'll be posting my poems here. Some about me, some not. I'm an observant being and believe the lives we pass by touch us in ways we may not have noticed. So I call this my letters to the souls who made me take notice.

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