Each day I’m exhausted
proud of making changes
fed up with the time it takes
Writing poems
is an act of defiance
protesting the void
reclaiming imagination
Prescription followed
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Escaped into creation
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Today’s prompt at OctPoWriMo.com was ‘Mother, may I?’. My mum visited me today, so I looked through my notebook to see if there was an unpublished one hiding in there. There was 🙂
Unassorted stories 