Lately, I've struggled to find reason to post on Instagram, on Facebook, or even on my blog. The last thing I want to do is create for superficial reasons. To have something to post, something to promote. Something to prove I'm still here.
An original, unnamed poem from my daily writing practice.
telling stories, making memories
living a full life outside these squares
falling down, getting up slowly
endless fretting punctuated by
every time something spectacular happens
I’m too engrossed in the moment to take
so here’s me, as I am, a writer
in-between the moments worth writing about