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I began with a word—soft, trembling, unsure.It tried to become a feeling,but feelings are stubborn things. Halfway through, the rhythm broke,like a thought that lost its breath.I left it there—between ink and hesitation. Maybe some poems aren’t meant to end.They just linger,like the echo of what we almost said This Post is part of BlogchatterA2ZContinue reading “Drafts & Doubts: The Poem I Never Finished”