2021 I quickly mistakenly assumed I would happily be rid of you when a new year begun.
2021 Instead I’m definitely bemused with bittersweet reminiscing of hard lessons that I could no longer shun.
2021 I’m burnt out, a candle wick that’s been innumerable ignited by Covids death tolls & controversies stirring the bubbling wax with racisms and politics to say the least, all struggling to preserve but eventually will be outdone.
2021 Even more than I willing to relate in this post. I’m no longer kindle to post here except sporadically but even the challenges has personally loss it’s lustrous fun.
2021 Writing will continually inflame though my veins and I will always treasure a selected few encouragements, feedbacks, plus personally & piffulous chats of one on one.
2021 My first goal of 2022 is to strive to just read…comment & repost on Miraquill. Once more, aid my pen in rejoicing in my own verses without posting or hoping for more likes or reposts. So I will be reminded to be satisfied with mines alone…again.