Like a raft lost at sea is my heart within me Drifting, drifting away wishing I could stay But how to find the time when my schedule is so prime Filled up to the brim without a space for whim I toss and turn in the wave my soul, a simple slave For whatever lies…
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Learning to Float During COVID-19
I haven't written a post for awhile. In fact, it's been over a year since I last updated my blog. Sure, I've dabbled here and there in a few private pieces of poetry or short stories I've quickly jotted down in my phone. Sometimes when an idea strikes you, you just can't say no. But…