
November felt like a marathon in grey.
Slogging along to survive this dark depression.
Waking every day to crushing anxiety.
Grateful to have dance to give some joy.
Thankful for starting to find my voice as a writer.
Top five post – November
Five posts you’ve missed
December is another kind of marathon.
Every weekend booked until months end.
Time and space for anything is a struggle.
Got yoked by my bad back, pain until I screamed.
Pain that breaks every thought.
Top five post – December
Trough it all my now constant companions.
Pen and notebook.
Great adventure to explore the world of poetry.
Self-discovery trough writing.
Pain and catharsis.
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