There was a moment here, where I thought this whole thing was meaningless. I moved on to writing my poetry on paper or in word docs and was saving it only for me. My goal was to write 1000 poems on here, but I grew tired.
Thankfully, there are reminders. Of joy, of meaning, of hope. After a conversation with my wife, the meaninglessness or apathy or whatever you want to call it, disappeared. I’ve got a bit of a back stock of poems that I’ve written now, but those will be kept for when I try to get things published, rather than copying them here.
I appreciate those of you who read this, even when I can be obtuse, a little hard to follow, boring or just plain strange.
To not giving up,