Hello everyone,

This year, I am doing my poem a day a little differently. I am writing a new poem every day, and these blog posts will go more in-depth on the process.

The word from the random word generator was WIRE

Here is the poem:

Constantly feeling like it's coming down to the wire.
Percieved ideas, wish lists, mood boards.
What have I done with the limited amount I have?
Has it been meaningful?
Did anything make an impact?
Not for a legacy or fame kind of way,
but a voice for someone who may or may not feel seen or heard.
Whether or not it does, there's still time to try.

Time is such a weird thing. I feel like we don’t recognize how little of it we have, and I am actively trying my best not to waste it.

Read more of my poems here: My Poetry