Again.

A few days ago I went to a book store

for the first time in a very long time

and I devoured 3 books in 2 hours.

Poetry of course. 

I don't have time to read stories

even when I've set aside time to read.

There were collections of prose

short and long

rhyming and not.

Like my writing. 

It gave me hope 

to try to write again

that maybe it would be read.

Maybe my words could also

be devoured and give hope

to someone who lost it.

To write again.