Written November 3, 2021.

Not only am I still struggling to write, but now I'm forgetting to post what I pre-wrote. Why is being a creator so hard?

I don't know where I saw this, but it looked interesting. The challenge is to write a ten-line poem, where the first line is ten syllables, and the following lines decrease by one each.

Enjoy my attempt at it down below.

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I wander aimlessly beneath the trees,
watching sunlight coat the ground. Stillness
envelops me. I cannot breathe
for fear that I'll break the spell.
There is no greater joy—
feeling nature's touch
fills my spirit.
I am safe,
at peace,
warmed.