I remember writing poems in junior high and high school about things like being angry with my mom (ah the teen years) and boys that I fancied.
In 2013, my poetry turned to sadness, sorrow, and pain as I wrote about my son, Nolan.
I was writing a significant amount of my thoughts on two separate blog pages. I’m hoping to eventually consolidate it all into one place as I fear losing some of it. For the time being, though, I’m going to simply attempt to link to a particular poem that I stumbled upon today. It was written during one of my darker days.