As I put words onto paper. I am again at a loss for what to focus my thoughts on. Power, death, friendships, poetry, love.

Life is happening and I feel a twinge of pain and regret that I cannot keep up with it all.

I cannot find enough strength to have a conversation or deal with my crying children.

Breathe.


And rest. Because resting is good. Take a break.

There is no need to feel that if I am not engaging with someone, I am useless.

I am enough just as I am.


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