I’ve been avoiding writing more than a poem. I can express more with a metaphor in print than I could ever say in my own words. So, here I am saying more than a few lines to get by; and damn my life has changed. Last fall I went through a lot. I was dealing with the in-between. The grey area of moving forward and being reminded of what was. I lost friends, family, and an interesting love.
Love, that is all I write about and that is fine with me because making better connections, figuring out your life, and living in your passion is constantly falling in love. We love in different ways and I am a hopeless romantic that falls victim to the occasional belief, “everything happens for a reason”. A year ago I said I was trying to find myself, a year later I have lost and found myself a million times over, and I’m better for it.
I remember making this blog not thinking anyone other than my friends and family would read it. It is November 27th 2018 and people tell me they not only read it but they look forward to what I write. People relate to my pain, my triumphs, and the love. I’ve been submitting pieces to different publishers, and they’ve taken an interest. So I believe everything happens for a reason. I believe I had to change to grow. It is a beautiful concept but why is it so painful? We have to be uncomfortable to find the energy to want more, to do more. I’m not at all healed from my anxiety or found all the answers but I’ve found enough that makes me happy. Bad days, weeks, months, happen just the same and I experience them like anyone else but I do not hold it all in. Every poem is a release of emotion I feel whether that be from me, or others.
Poems are love letters from writers.
We believe with our words we can one day right our wrongs.
I owe it to myself to at least try.
So here’s to Wishful Thinking and all the love letters,
I have yet to write.
With all my love,
-AB
Wishful Thinking 
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