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Now, every morning that I open my eyes, my first thought is not “thank God I’m alive“, but it’s “ That’s how these past few weeks elapsed for me, that’s why I haven’t updated my blog or my social media with any new writing, and that’s why I’ve finally made the decision to seek professional help. Second, I know we’re in the National Poetry Writing Month and the NaPoWriMo challenge is one of my favorite poetry writing challenges This blog has long been my safe space, largely in part to the wonderful blogging friends I’ve made over the years, the encouraging support I’ve received from you all, and the reminder that life is worth living.

something as simple as what you’re born with is the most you have to be proud of when your spirit has crushed mountains from now on i will say things like, you are resilient or, you are extraordinary. but because you are so much more than that Originally, I had wanted to post this for International Women’s Day, which is celebrated on March 8 every year, but it’s been a rough couple of weeks for me in my Real Life. When I think of modern poets whose poetry embodies feminism and girl-power, the first name that comes to mind is Rupi Kaur. I’ll be honest, I don’t love all her poetry; as a matter of fact, most of her writing feels incomplete to me, like they’re excerpts from journal entries or novels.

I heard the roar of his motorcycle before I saw him, quieting to a murmur as he parked beside the shed. I knew he would use the overrun bushes nearby to hide his bike Five steps separated his bike from the door and I counted them in my head. and then he was standing there in the doorway, with his windswept hair, leather jacket and arms that felt like a safe house from the world.

Life is unpredictable, It changes with the seasons, Even your coldest winter Happens for the best of reasons, Public schools were preemptively closed earlier this week in preparation for yet another snowstorm and we all woke up this past Monday with streets blanketed in white. As a snow-lover, I’m not too upset at all the snow we’ve been getting, but I am starting to wonder if Spring will ever arrive. This poem reminds me that everything happens for a reason, even if that reason isn’t clear yet, and that Spring is indeed coming.