I’ll slowly reshare my old blog posts here in a sequence that makes sense to me. This is a poem I wrote in 2023. I avoided rereading it since then. I somehow assumed I’d cringe if I reread it. But I’m not cringing. It’s a sweet poem.

These are the thoughts that dance through my sleepless nights ..And then slowly crawl all over my drowsy days

Age passing, and I wasn’t a kid enough..Playfulness, crushed under experience Being so young for so long..Youth’s anxiety outpaces age’s wisdom

Not going for what’s worth pursuing Not being worth pursuing

Not allowing love to ameliorate the cruelty of my nature Caring for people and things over which I have no control

Becoming estranged and distant Suffocating from attention

Disappearing from this earth, childless Leaving behind me an orphaned child

Being less than what the world deserves Being more than what people can comprehend