Her star is her spirit
Her heart is my light
Weather, far, or near it
Illuminates my night

this guilt
it's eating me up alive
I was caught off guard.

Real freedom
are intrinsically linked
to the freedom
of a bird of prey.

The bane of my existence
As a HePo writer
Every time I go to read
I get this stupid blighter!

Don't know what is up
What is going wrong
I have a reading backlog
10,000 miles long!

I'm really beside myself!
This is the last straw!
I want to read your poetry
Not test Murphy's Law!

Just be patient please
I'm under the gun
A LOT of folks
are out there

*And I will read everyone!