Something I stumbled upon while reading old poetry books I wrote a few years ago.
There's something beautiful about finding books of poetry you wrote years ago.
Tonight, I found this, tucked away in a journal I'd long since forgotten about. And I came to realize...
...I don't write much poetry that doesn't center on myself or my experiences. And that needs to change.
Blessed be the name of the LORD from this time forth and for evermore.