I just noticed that it's after midnight and so there's really no excuse not to write another post and (since I promised) my poem for the day. Okay, here goes:
Face facts oh whatever that means
I've faced hardship and loss and even a little gain now and then
But facts?
I'd rather face the music, if you'll sing a little song for me.
Music keeps the noise down and that's a fact.
Okay, not so clever but something is coming up, something is happening to me. I'm not content, not okay. I'm somewhere between ready to give up and ready to walk out. And they are not even close to being the same thing.
It's a personal thing. More tomorrow.
Love,
Maura at Night
love it--so glad you're writing poetry.
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