Are you a poet, too?

I feel as if I’ve hauled my sweaty-palmed, embarrassed self to my first P.A. support group, dreading the moment…ugh..now it’s my turn. Inhale. Close my eyes. Exhale. Open my eyes. Scan the room. Say it. Hi, I’m Tracy and I’m a poet. The reason this is a difficult admission for me? Often I’d prefer to be… Continue reading Are you a poet, too?