A One-line Poem For December 9, 2020
Each day is an advent, season,unfolding with something new to discover…
After bouts of insecurities, helplessness,And contemptuous cowardice,To rise high…
Life was cementedon a tarmac of layoversuntil I stopped hopingfor a set destination,buckled into the driver’s seatand learned how to…
As the pauses
Sometimes propelled by going throughthe motions — duty-bound machines, sometimes motivated by…
’Tis but a folly to thinkThat life might have broken youFor it is only through those cracksThat the light shines through
