Give me the pen
I’ll rewrite the beginning
Make the ending the middle
Would that be so impossible?
I’ll be your reliable narrator
Stop rethinking it
There’s no magic in that
Maybe there’s no fixing what you missed
Who cares?
Start from wherever
Embrace the unwritten story you have no control over
Find the answers to the uncomfortable questions you decided to abandon
See what happens when you let someone else back in
What if that’s where the light is?
What if you dared to step into it?
What then?
Let’s find out
Take back the pen.
Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley 