The Poet Sky

Salutations, friend!

It's been a long month. For those of you that have talked to me recently, you know what I've been going through. You know how rough it's been for me the past six weeks or so. But let's look at the positives.

I have amazing people in my life. To everyone reading this that has checked in on me during this difficult time, thank you. You've carried me through this.

I've developed a morning routine of sitting in a beautiful place and writing a poem about something — or more often, someone — for which I'm grateful. What was a dry spell of poetry has turned into a streaming fountain. Whether it be my family, my friends, my partners, or my headmates (I'll explain that term another time), or even my meds being ready on time, I find something for which to be grateful. Feeling the sun on my face every morning as I celebrate the good in my life has energized me enough to take on every new day.

Me. That's a good thing in my life. Me. I stumble, I fall, I get up, I keep going, and I learn what I did wrong. I look back and I see how I've been growing over the past 30+ years, and I'm finally starting to settle in to my own life.

Poetry will be resuming soon, probably. Once I settle in again and my life stabilizes (and I can sleep in my own bed again). Well, as stable as a trans girl with mental health struggles can be.

Thank you for reading this. I love you, friend.

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