Making these poems with the intent of sharing them is a strange thing to think of, now It wasn’t so long ago that I wasn’t sure if I had anything left to share But this feels right Somehow, this feels like something that I was always meant to do. to show the world my true colors watch the flag flutter in the wind as I hold it high over the battlefield I don’t know if I could make a difference. I don’t think I need to. all I want is for these poems to be read by someone who sees them and thinks, ”oh, thank god I’m not alone”
