Something is not right when poetry left me. I was stranded and had a tattoo on my forehead that read "Gone." I was gone and my mind had no home. I was homeless. I struggled and tried to find my way back. I was off track and off mission.
I was a visionary. My plate was vegi, carb, and dairy but still no poetry on my plate.I was working my way back to home. I was dethroned and unruly.
I was frustrated and want nothing more than to be home. Back to poetry.