this is a small life, very small,
miniature if you want more, which
is also less, and the thing is
you can’t complain

the thing is
all of this was a gift
that you didn’t ask for but
have to appreciate, or so
“they” say; you have to make 
the most out of every precious moment

but i feel like a wallflower 
in my own fucking life, like
i’m watching from the sidelines
as i make mistake after mistake
as i make my life harder and worse
i want to jump in and grab myself
around the neck and squeeze and scream
Don’t you see what you are missing?
Don’t you see what you could have?

instead, i write these poems every morning.

i wake up early to write things down
and hope that one day, forgoing all
distractions will have been worth my time

i wake up and hope and pray and then work
toward the dream life i want to be living 
because i know the only way to get there
is to go

Today’s poetry prompt words were: miniature, wallflower, and distractions.

Photo by Mathew Schwartz on Unsplash

Doing some research yesterday taught me that Medium ranks higher than most other websites, and putting things on Substack when you don’t already have an audience is pointless, which I was starting to figure after getting three views in two weeks.

So, the Substack experiment is done, and now I have to figure out what to do with the two awesome domain names I secured just for those poems.

Writing is what I want for my life.

I can’t give up just because one platform was a flop.

If I build it, eventually, they will come.

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