Wednesday, March 2, 2022

Power

I had been trying to write every day and then I stopped.

I realized I didn't want to keep writing only to have it be an exercise in writing badly.

A horrible poem each day. How undevine.

No, I had started the mission because I want my words to have power.

Power must be yielded wisely. 

Now what?

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