I reread the words I'd written,
I listened for the voice of fear,
and found it expressed in each line.
I heard the question
reverberating through my mind:
Can I write two hundred words?
Did I detect
the voice of terror echoing
between the line?
Were those tears I heard,
in the unwritten words?
One hundred words to motive.
One hundred questions asked.
Can one hundred questions be answered
in one hundred words?
Gratitude List For 3 Rahmat
Today I am thankful ...
...that my Bank of America checking account is not overdrawn today.
...for the banana I had for my first breakfast today.
...that I have $16.32 in my Inbox Dollars account.
...for fresh brewed hot coffee.
...that I signed up for the "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" official month with "I Blog Poetry and Prose" .
...for the breakfast sandwich I had for my second breakfast today.
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