With renewed vigor I sit down
at my desk of sunshine
and blank paper.
This is where I live:
in the moments with crisp to-do lists
and guidelines to follow like a tow rope in a snow storm
but it's taken me some time to compose them for myself.
It has been a month
about
since I left that toxic place
and I am ready to put in my time.
Girl has a schedule and a list,
a planner and scribbles on a napkin,
Girl has a new computer and a shiny attitude,
a plan and some walking-around time.
She turned her can'ts into cans
and her dreams into plans,
or so the saying goes,
made to rhyme so as to stick in your head longer...
and isn't that what we all want?
To make something
to give part of ourselves to the world that gets stuck
and is remembered?
I think I know where to
begin.
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