I’ve shared some of my poetry on here before. I’ve been conscientiously trying to write more this year on the theory that if I make myself write, I will in time hit inspiration.
Below is a poem I wrote a few moths ago… comments are welcomed.
I was beaten today,
tossed by the tides of time
and I lost.
So I retreated like a child
back to comforts long known…
tea and an old book.
And once again they held my hand,
buffered the darkness
and steered me through the night.