When I am stressed, I write poetry.  It feels good to do short pieces, blurbs about emotions, tag lines about the world.


For every moment you miss it,

Someone in it struggles

To meld with a soul hidden,

Those who say

It is easy

Are happy to have found it

Those who know it,


it takes work.

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