My Book
My book, my writing, my novel starts today!
I will begin with I am not a writer, but I must write nevertheless here it is
Today I start
The house was looking sad, the garage door, the lawn, the trim all needed an update. Curb appeal cost money. To achieve this goal, it would take motivation and money. Motivation I could muster but the money was next to impossible. Yet if I had a lot of motivation the money would come.
When did motivation leave my being, after so many re-do's the consequence added up to nothing but rejection and pain, the soul void of love, desire? The weak minded learn the hard way. So no more risking pain. Work, home and occasional life events.
As my soul was disappointed with every fairytale ending. My motivation depleted, like the house sad no curb appeal.
Copyright © Sally Zaragoza | Year Posted 2020
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