I turn back, time and time, again…to the voice and words of Frost. Having spent time with similar, familiar demons, self induced negativity and judgment from beings…I, too, did not ask for in my life…There was a slight, speck of dust in time, where I turned to poetry and it’s suffering.
We all, each and everyone of us, can find the art needed to get us…not only out…but through!
Oven Bird by Robert Frost
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