To stop
Or to go on?
A question
I often
Ask.
I
Find myself
At crossroads often.
Standing, staring
Into the road
Beyond me
Unsure..
It’s hard.
What’s ahead
Is uncertain
Dark
But
What’s past
Has streetlamps
Sputtering, failing;
Also dark. And cold.
But dark, cold
And known..
To stop?
Or to go on?
A Question
I often
Ask.
[A question about life but on this, my 3rd anniversary of writing a poem a day, it’s also a question about poetry writing… The two, perhaps, go hand in hand]
Pooky's Poems 
Three years of continual poetry, you are amazing Pooky! And I understand your questions, I really do. If my hugs could see you safely through this, I would be there in a blink. Know that I support you completely and love you. X
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Thank you – your friendship has been a highlight. You’re a wonderful friend. I wish you didn’t live on a different continent though! xx
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Happy poem birthday!
I love your daily poems and being very selfish hope to will go on with them. I hope they bring you some comfort as they do me even when they are challenging! xxx
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Thank you – I still can’t believe how regularly you read them! I Hope you are doing okay. We must be due hug some time soon xx
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Have SO enjoyed re-finding your poetry in the past months and reigniting my enjoyment of writing poems. Totally ‘get’ the questions you’re pondering…love xo
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