December 20, 2022
As I wrap Christmas gifts,
I cannot help but allow my mind to drift.
For once I am not writing your name,
Interesting how things became.
No longer throwing my money to show love,
Somehow monetary value considered above.
My very first Christmas all alone,
Finding out just how much I've grown.
Still finding joy within the holiday season,
Knowing I have a reason.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
