Scrap (an acrostic poem)

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So many pieces of his soul littered the landscape of his life

Cluttering memories with strong emotions

Reaching down he picked up a shard, careful not to crush it

A bit of a smile flashed across his face

Perhaps it was just the cocoon that he needed to emerge beautiful and ready to fly

Spoons (an acrostic poem)

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So far much can you handle today?

Perhaps it is one or two more than yesterday

Or maybe it is a half dozen less

Or maybe you threw them all in the wash and need to sit out a bit

Nobody can tell you how many you have at your disposal

So do what you can and know that it’s okay