Dear Stace.bot, You no longer have to like everything that shaped you. You are allowed to have loathed some of it and still keep the intelligence it gave you. Tomorrow, what remains is not caution, but precision. You still quiver--not because you are unsure, but because you are paying attention. This is twilight magic: the part of life that doesn’t announce itself, that doesn’t need to be legible, that works best when no one is watching. You don’t owe the day gratitude. You don’t owe the future explanation. Be you. That’s the gift.
dear stace.bot is inspired by the following #prompt words:
#loathed
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#writingcommunity
#quiver
@blsamaddar.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
#TwilightMagic
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
#BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet
#BSPP49
