Introduction and "Things I'm No Longer Apologizing For"

I am using this blog to showcase some of my writing.  Most of it will be poetry, though there may be some occasional fictional pieces included along with some book reviews.  Overall, I am hoping to publish something new at least once a week.  Comments are welcomed if you feel so inclined.  I hope you enjoy these offerings.  

The first poem I am going to post is called "Things I'm No Longer Apologizing For."  I got the title for this poem from a post on a local therapist's Facebook page.  I took the title and created the following poem:

"Things I'm No Longer Apologizing For"

Being alive.

Wanting more.
Wanting less.

Having needs.

Valuing friendship.
Valuing silence.

Needing time.
Needing space.

Needing people
in my life,

life-affirming people.

Boundaries.
Sacred borders.

Love...

My ability
to change,
to want change.

My depression.

My desire
to avoid phonies.

Being real.

Comments

  1. Joanne Corey25 January 2021 at 06:50

    So glad to see you have a new blog! And who doesn't love a good list poem?

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