POETRY / POETRY PROMPT

Are We Smiling These Days?

A poem to my future self

Photo by Giulia Bertelli on Unsplash

Dearest Me of future years,
hello from Yourself past.
Have we finally dried our tears,
knowing pain and woe don’t last?

Throughout our life, we’ve come to know
a string of ups and downs.
Has accepting this as how…

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Writer, Poet, Narrator, Freelancer. Living in UK & my own head. Send queries here: jupiterslair@gmail.com. Buy me a coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/jupitergrant

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Jupiter Grant

Jupiter Grant

Writer, Poet, Narrator, Freelancer. Living in UK & my own head. Send queries here: jupiterslair@gmail.com. Buy me a coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/jupitergrant

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