I know many may enjoy the Block editor of WordPress but I only like it if I am writing ONLY a poem…in general I do not like it. I have tried it. I have familiarized myself with it and seen the positive side of it BUT I STILL PREFER CLASSIC EDITOR
What I find frustrating is that I do not seem to have the option to keep it ON CLASSIC. I do NOT LIKE IT AT ALL!!
she must get to sleep! in less than an hour bloody birds will peep chirping away with joy waiting for a new dawn but, for an insomniac their fervor makes her yawn sometimes makes her go mad!
still she must sleep in four hours the alarm will buzz grating at her every pore beep beep beep beep beep digging deep under her skin annoying bleeping thing!
today she returns to work a five day break she took away from tears away from pain away from fears abusive grownups hurting them in vain controlling and narcissistic crushing vulnerable souls killing all their hopes sometimes they want to die it seems their only way out of such misery...
her colleagues and she together with the youth they choose another plan they’ll live on one condition those bleeping grownups will be reported
the cops will come and bring their troops youth workers and the like
more time will run its course over days and weeks and months until this youth is truly safe from physical, sexual and emotional harm
but n’er from their nightmares and not from all their wounds no, indeed that takes an entire lifetime they’ll start the healing process a little bit here and there a break for a while trying to ignore the pain reprieve from all those memories
and on and on it goes the victim pays a lifetime assailant n’er enough time!
who said life’s even fair? the wounded try to mend their broken and bruised souls abusers lick their wounds playing victim of their sins pleading time they've served, too bad, they'll usually win! who said life’s even fair?
...one last yawn, reciting her Hail Mary's an Act of Contrition and prays for a better day. (c) Cheryl-Lynn '19/01/06 edited April 17, 2019
The first warm spring day at the botanic gardens are met with a good turnout. People of all ages, anxious to bask in the beauty of the early blooms. And for whom wandering under the cherry blossom canopy is a rite of spring. So they come early to bear witness – before the blossoms dwindle and start to fall.
a life of beauty
even in its falling