Inside of me there is a riverFlowingBeautifulIt washes over meI am warm, like fireMy breath holds wishes for youGentleBeautiful Wishes
I am in the middle of reading Liz Lamoreux's book, Inner Excavation. One of the first exercises is to make a list of words that draw your attention in a random book and use them as writing prompts. Strung together I came up with something I feel quite proud of. It may even be mildly coherent! I think this may be the very first time I have attempted to write a poem since High School. I am no poet. Nor am I anything close to being a writer but exercising new ways to be creative and express myself is so refreshing.