Preparing food for no one to eat
Quiet nights sensing the loss
Endless hours feeling at odds
When did I lose my own true self
Dreams are dusty now on the shelf
Guess it’s time to reevaluate my life
Simple enough, might need some advice
So move body, and find a new beat .
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W3 Prompt #102: Wea’ve Written Weekly
The Bag Lady 
It took me a long time to find my “beat.” Well written, Cheryl!
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A very moving poem Cheryl.
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