I’ve had eighteen years to practice letting
go; learning from the start that no
matter what happens, the show must go
on. We’ve had all our lives to
consider Life and what it means to
us. It’s not a long enough time,
I think, but what do I know?
Inspired by 9/17/2009.
7 words per line, 7 lines. Normally I go by syllables, but whatever.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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