Dreams were easy to achieve: travel to foreign lands, falling in love, changing the world in my career. My brain exploded: safety within four walls, humbled love for my Steve, grateful to just return to work. At 49 I became old.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Dreams were easy to achieve: travel to foreign lands, falling in love, changing the world in my career. My brain exploded: safety within four walls, humbled love for my Steve, grateful to just return to work. At 49 I became old.
Love that ending! It says so much in such little space.
Thank you very much. I appreciate this.
I think you and I were on the same page with the sevenling! Love your ending!
Thank you, Cristy. Yes, I agree. We have both survived and are learning a “new normal” each day. I find that writing is exceptionally healing. Even if my body is never exactly the same again, I’m still finding different ways to approach my new life positively. Please do not hesitate to reach out to me for anything you need.
Good for you, Jan!! I agree with the cathartic healing of writing, especially through poetry! And ditto!