My Journey #Na/GloPoWriMo Day11-2019 and Day12-2019 and Day13-2019

Combining three days into one is a little daunting. However, writing three separate pieces is even more daunting. Here is what I came up with.

My journey

A wee little girl was born
Early one morn
To a preacher and his wife
What a life

She married a mean man
And thus began
Her journey to freedom
Would she find Eden?

In her early travels
The family unraveled and
She moved as a single
And learned how to mingle

The photos she kept
Dull and unkempt
Documents her wayward journey
Happily not on a gurney

The scariest adventure
Was a divorce, a surrender
She now was strong
Not just labeled wrong

She looks to the skies
And knows not to trivialize
The struggles to survive
Just to stay alive

~RuthScribbles~

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Day 11 Prompt: “Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually? Maybe you are from Vikings and the sea and diet coke and angry gulls in parking lots. Maybe you are from gentle hills and angry mothers and dust disappearing down an unpaved road. And having come from there, where are you now?”

Day 12 Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object.

Day 13 Prompt: “Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! … Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.”