What is to come? (a poem)
We all take our grave at the end of our days. Dreams left unfinished as the body decays …lying silent as children play.
We all take our grave at the end of our days. Dreams left unfinished as the body decays …lying silent as children play.
I did a search for an image to accompany my latest poem, and these were the results.
Though my parents hadn’t encouraged me in the pursuit of my dreams, my friend showed that he believed in me, and that sometimes we may need to pivot.
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I know the world is a scary place right now. I will not sugar coat that fact.
(478 words)
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