I don't want to write about anything, so here are some old poems I found that I enjoyed reading again. Maybe you'll like them too.
How do we hold the cosmic and the mundane, the violent and the stunning, the brutal and the profound ?
A poem of reflection: on changing, growing, letting go of pieces of ourselves, and looking towards the bright future. Celebrate every moment.
Today for Mental Health Monday, I share a poem of mine exploring addiction and how it influences my mind and spirit, what it means and what it is (not).
An old poem of mine I found that still resonates so many years later.
Little thoughts and large meanings.
Finding out how to become free.