A trivial piece of writing, for day 6.
Two hours later: After having written something that is actually on-prompt for day 6, I realize that it is not trivial.
A “word acrostic” inspired by the cover of my coloring book, which was itself inspired by Jeremiah 29:11.
I sit here so conflicted: it’s easy to
Know what is right, harder to live it.
The pains of loss feel worse than pangs of birth,
Plans fall through, people leave, and
I am unsure what’s worth fighting for.
Have all the best days ended?
For all my writing, I’m no closer to a solution,
You come in; after an ending what begins?
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