Chapter 8: Clear Morning
A restart – a reboot. In these 91 poems, written over a period of six months, I try to regain my footing and right myself. Ironically, this period ended with a new challenge; I was laid off.
I wanted a fresh start, and the universe delivered more than I bargained for. I wanted to complete my New Year’s resolution of ‘finding another job,’ while I still had the security of the job I wanted to leave… Oh well!
Where is this road
That has been covered?