Saturday, April 1, 2017

Another year, another NaPoWriMo

Day 1, I may be a little rusty at this (and I'm not really up to the prompt)

staring at the screen
again. anxiety strangling
every thought with
thorn covered what if vines.
what if
I fail
I'm always alone
I never help him
or her
or anyone
ever
the things that I do
are forgotten by the
family I never could have.

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