A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-One-Hundred-And-Sixty-Eight

I found it hard getting to work tonight, but I think that may reflect the difficulty I am having with expressing some of my current experiences.  I find it hard to even explain the things I am struggling with, to put them down in a coherent or direct way, much of the time, but I feel as if I am getting closer in my poetry.  I was able to write several poems that delved into subjects and feelings I am often afraid to write about, and I am glad for that.  I just wish I could find a way to shift from these things in a real way, to move forward from this, but I know that much of this is a response to the circumstances I am in and a result of things I can't change.  But, I also know, things cannot improve without those things changing.

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