Progress

I regress
only to regret
because to stop with
a forward step
is like to pause
and to get lost in a holocaust.
That past
is like the devil’s last
asset.
But as I sift
through the rift
I see this present that is a gift.
The moment you seize YOUR PEN
is the moment you begin.
The day you begin to speak
is the day you cease to delete.

Free write.  I’ll edit it later.  Ideas….just puking out ideas.

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