When I was in Nicaragua far from my day to day it was so much easier to say out loud a secret dream. It was something I didn’t even realize I still wanted. I used to write a lot of poetry. Not spoken word, that is a talent far beyond mine, but something that calls back to the poets who touched my heart and made me weak. I stumbled across my old notebook and found myself inspired all over again.
So one of my goals of my new year (I recently had a birthday so Happy New Year to me) is to write a poem a week. Hopefully they are good but I will share with you as they come. I will post a new poem once a month and I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labors.