Forgotten summer
umbrella aged by winter’s
wig of heavy snow.
Overlooked
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Forgotten summer
umbrella aged by winter’s
wig of heavy snow.
Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.
Why bother vowing
change when you’re satisfied with
your lazy-ass self?
Despite my darkest
moods you reach out, take my hand,
and lead me toward hope.
Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?
Some days it’s enough:
an absent child’s return, a
dog’s rapt love, a kiss.
She cried at the film’s
end, remembering how much
she’d once loved the book.