"It may be a type of destiny that the poet
survives as a lamp lit to never be put out,
despite ink spilled from pen,
fueled by the need to write,
tumbling through the gears
and grinds of the chewy chompy
world, only to see, to hold, to savor
what they see.
It may just be
the poet's life
Loved your piece. 🙏🏻💜
I'd love to write for you.
Tidying this up and ready to submit.
Thanks for the tag.
Loving what you are doing with this pub.