As a note,
When I started this thing
Nearly thirteen years ago
It was for the purpose of getting me to keep writing
And in the past year I've come back
Though not to the words I originally thought I'd be writing.

Turns out I'm not so good at making plots
Just worlds.

I think I'm more of a poet anyway
Even though I have no idea what I'm doing.

Still,
the point is
words bring me solace
to have them out of me at least
even if they are largely kept
where only my eyes can see.

I'm still here.
That's the point of this right?

I haven't been detailing my days
though I try to capture them okay.
Maybe get into better habits
of what I find wonder at.

I practice in the words on my Facebook,
carefully curating the structure,
typing so that taps
become punches
and a whisper
becomes a wind.

If my words can have power
then maybe I myself do
and I won't succumb
to the hole
which tempts me with the word
Worthless.