The Midlife Crisis Poet
Some people have affairs or buy a motorcycle. I became a poet.
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Power, strength, energy, life
A freedom you don’t appreciate until it’s gone
A divine gift—you don’t get to choose the where, when, or how
Painful separation, inevitable, the unhappy ending
Peaceful rest, the new beginning
March 24, 2021
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