In honor of those 2020 took from us:
I’m having a different kind of day
Realizing creativity is my way
You find solace in places I no longer can
I need more than a gentle guiding hand
Finding passions wherever I go
Using all the words at my core
I find my voice here once again
Ink and paper carrying my pain
A noise in the corner of my mind
Like a kettle boiling past its prime
Reminding me I have precious little time
Maturing slowly my biggest crime
Realizing I am a creative after all
I had to answer when the Muses called
I’m open to love and loving
In ways others simply are not
Sometimes I stand a little too tall
My temper a little too hot
It hurts me to find out my worth
But pride always comes before a fall
Watching other people grow
Makes me ache for my own glow
Life moves on in all of its frailty
Until all that’s left is callous uncertainty
So now I remember before I go
And the insecurities flow through
I have to gather all the precious memories
Moments of glory, seconds of eternity
