The new year has been hard.
I deal with stress by ignoring it.
But I have been too exhausted and I’m more and more tired each day.
A year a new possibility,
with hopes and dreams,
I can’t make it up to you.
I can’t be the same.
There. A poem. I haven’t written a poem in 7 or 8 years. Take that for what you will. There are only a handful of people who have known me that long and I’m not a sharer, so yeah.
Sorry I missed a post yesterday. I’ll definitely give you two today.