this is not a poem

I wanted to write a profound poem about a lone standing tree on a windy day or a safe harbor in a stormy sea. I wanted to be poetic and meaningful, to find strength in the words, to shine a light in the dark. But I have no poetry; nothing beautiful. And I don’t feel strong or capable or grown up.

When even writing fails me, I’ll just keep moving forward as best I can.

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