Last Blog Post

Hey everyone-

I know I was writing these posts pretty consistently for a time, and I think it was a way to help put myself out there further. I stand by what I've written, and am grateful for what this blog has done for me. I encourage you all to find that voice, by whatever means, because as I've learned- everyone has got something to say, as long as someone else will listen.

I leave you with this poem:

Liz was wrong-
it is hard to master.
The first time, he cried.
Yet it is our resiliency, our yesterday
that gives impetus for more.
Unsubstantiated fabrications of the potential-
food for thought, and the heart.
Take two: tears.
He thinks Ms. Bishop was sad,
alone, surrounded by everyone,
a notion familiar to many.
This time,
he opened his mouth,
empty, with a deathly silence.
Traversing onto a blank canvas,
without her.
Just a deep breath, and a soft smile.