An Author's Last Words
An original short poem reflecting on the publishing experience.
The time draws near where you won't belong to me anymore, because you will belong to the world. While part of my heart aches knowing you will go on to live beyond me, I try to remember that this isn't a letting go— it is a loving surrender.
This was just a short poetry piece I wrote tonight, as I wound down from my day and spent time reflecting on some very exciting news that I’ll have coming your way in the next week.
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