Posted in New Work, Poetry, Random

Journal

My journal’s running out of pages

and I don’t have a new one…

Mild natural disaster;

But my world is my journal –

So I’ll write my stories

into the words I speak

and the goals I work

to accomplish.

I’m running out of pages

and patience,

but I always

have words.

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35. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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