Then I was a child with dreams a plenty
now I am almost 40 steeped in reality
Then I was reckless and carefree
Now I have learned to tread more carefully
Then I was friend to anyone with time
Now I keep a close circle, no longer blind
Then I was sporty, climbed trees, and captured flags
Now I like to run, inside, on moving mats
Then I could eat every treat without care
Now I treat my body as a temple, so much more aware
Then I would spend hours with pages and pages to write
Now I am still a poet day to day and night to night
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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My New Book is Finally Here
My poetry collection Beautiful and Brutal Things is done. It's actually done and finally published over 270 pages. Over a year of my life went into this book. More than a year, really. Long days at my computer, sometimes seven days a week because I couldn't stop even when I probably should have. Then two months of editing that felt harder than the writing itself. But it's finished, and I'm still standing, and the book is real.
By Tim Carmichael3 days ago in BookClub
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Your poem is characterized by similes, beautiful descriptive language, and a sense of wisdom. As always, an authentic and well-crafted piece. ''Now I treat my body as a temple, so much more aware." This line is particularly important to be understood. 🌞🌅🌄