Tuesday, January 8, 2019


Journaling keeps me
humble and human
            when reread
in perspective—
    a snapshot of me
proving that I can’t be
        in the moment
one purely objective.

It's a drip pan for ink
that happens to leak
           from cracks
in an imperfect heart
                  and when
read again
reveal who I was then
as well as how fragile
          we are.

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