1.
I wasn’t scared of getting sick
I've been sick
I wasn’t worried about money
I've been without
I was (I am) worried about when I can be with my family
Who all live far away
I wonder(ed) when we will be on the other side
Or how many mountains we have to climb to get there
I dove into books I haven’t looked at in years
Tripped through old journals
Relived the journeys and the paths
That brought me to this place
I wrote letters I will never send
Just to get the words out of me
I dug my hands into dirt
Watered seeds with my tears
And now I wait and watch and marvel
At my own resilience
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I like how this shows such an emotional journey, and then ends with hope.
Tripped through old journals…. like the way you captured our time now!
I understand you, as most readers will.
‘ i wrote letters i will never send’…… yes, yes, and yes.