an old thought

Two - Days of poetry

rough, not human

F* k ‘em, I see you

I get there, evolving moments, unease, 3

Three (days of), poetry

patterns - boundaries, four days

wall to climb, relief, grief over what could have been

The dream, walls, barriers, fears

Just be ‘resilient’ - more at tarastar.substack.com, five days of

the ultimate turn off

brain, gone, misogyny strikes, voices fight

Have to get the tears over with

My brain’s fight, writing like speaking Taking Looking back, the now There is more than this..

For tomorrow, you don’t have to tell everyone, they don’t have the right. 6 Days of - old poem

personal, rumination, tears - Days of Christmas. seven

Eight.

Days and nights - 9 Your crimes become my problem, your shaming language, judgement

Factors I considered I would smile, had an ‘expressive’ face and was viewed as ‘excitable’.

Day 9. Quick write