11 APR
It’s 90 days until my 35th birthday. I’m committing to write 90 poem drafts. I loved poetry and creative writing as a kid and I want it back in my life. Writing as a way to appreciate my wonderful ordinary life.
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Slipping into the cool blue
where no one can see me
play,
blowing bubbles and pretending that
I can fly.
In the depths and glimmers,
the niggles in my brain quiet,
I feel human again.