It’s the little things that count.
It’s day 18 of the NaPoWriMo series and it’s but day 1 for me. I was staring at the prompts pushing down my writer’s block and have yet to wonder if it’s fully gone down the slope.
That said, here’s my tiny tidbit to this wonderful series hoping words like magic would find me soon.
A beacon of light,
You led us ashore.
Lucid and sharp,
Simple yet bold.
With a heart of gold
And an iron fist
May you lead
many more like us
To safe harbors.
Note: This is a poem I wrote for a dear teacher at the behest of her loving students.
I wish I didn’t feel so broken. That my pieces were glued back together. I wish I wasn’t invisible anymore. I wish I would be heard.