An empty tank

I haven’t written poetry in more than a year. The simple reason is I don’t have a need to. The poetry I wrote was in response to a difficult point in my life, and I found an outlet to grieve, get right and get stronger. Its purpose was served. It did the job. I know that, God forbid, if I find myself in similar straits again, I know I can recover well.

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