On Starting Over Anna Snider Writing poetry in coffeeshops, spontaneous road trips with no destination in mind, loving myself more— this poem was going to be about resolution. Was going to name hope the placeholder between each word, reeking of redemption and forgiveness and starting over. Was going to highlight all of the ways that I planned to be better this year. Like maybe if I follow this blueprint I will really be happy this time. Maybe I will become who I’ve always wanted to be: The girl who knows how to navigate through a hallway without mistaking it for a forest. Whose skin seems to fit in all the right places instead of growing claustrophobic from the emptiness bursting at the seams. Maybe this year I will finally become that person.
Fruit Punch // Kate Thomas
But you see, I’ve never been very good at beginnings.
Iris // 73