Earned

hungry for supper
food is near, but not given
how do I earn it?


(’12. feb 26.)
(Haiku Challenge) / (Image via Google Images)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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