I planned
to write
each day.

I drafted
and crafted
lines and
rhymes,
that
remain
unpublished.

Why?

Fatigue.
Uncertainty.
Events
that upended,
and continue
to,
the careful
constructs
of love,
hope,
peace,
joy, and
safety
I had
taken
for
granted.

Then…

I remember
that
sharing
words of
forgiveness,
care,
concern,
thoughtfulness,
joy,
peace, and
love
can offer
hope.

They can
begin to
rebuild
even this
one writer
who feels
a bit
fragile.