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Writing...


So, I'm trying to work on a poem. I would say a new poem but it doesn't really feel new.

I've been looking over a lot of my poetry and trying to find the meaning and the themes within my own words. I'm discovering that I'm sometimes in-congruent (no surprise) and that some parts of poems would fit together better with other parts of poems I've written. So, I'm combining poems to create new ones. I don't know how I feel about this exactly... I have a feeling of sacredness to some of my poems, like I'm infringing on the words of my younger self. But, I'm seeing some of my poetry in a new light. And I'm writing...which is never a bad thing. And yet, there's still so much writing to be done. I haven't worked on a story in ages and my journal is beginning to grow dust.

I suppose I just need to make an effort, as always. :)

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