Scarred
Why oh why did I decide to write a blog post every day, for thirty days? It was a spur of the moment decision. I hadn’t thought about what I was going to write. Or how much time it would take. I didn’t consider how busy I would be. I just wanted to do something different before my 60th birthday. So I put it out there. Blurted it out on the web. And made myself a prisoner to time for thirty days.
So here I am. On day ten. One third through. Or if you are a glass half full person, two thirds to go. I see a path forming now. Ideas puncture my dreams or enter my thoughts. Some disappear, some hold fast while others dart between the foreground and background of my minds stage.
I am pretty sure that anyone who reads the 30 pieces will get to know me a little bit more. Always assuming that I complete my task. Yesterday’s blog was a long and arduous write. It was a delicate subject and I rewrote parts of it several times.
So today I am going to keeps things simple. For sometimes we need to allow ourselves to recharge. To heal from the scars of living. Something I will touch upon in more detail in a future blog.
In the meantime I leave you with a poem I wrote this week. I am not sure how this happened. I didn’t think that I would have the time or energy to write poetry.
But this is a poetry blog. So I present to you Scarred. Comments and feedback are always welcome. See you tomorrow.
This blog is the tenth in a series of 30 leading up to my sixtieth birthday. Thanks for getting this far. Please consider subscribing to my blog to keep up to date with my posts.
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