the beauty of mismatched life
Even this haiku is mismatched.
For months I’ve been struggling to feel like I fully inhabit my new life. (There’s a whole book in that effort.)
And for years I’ve worked to love my beautiful mismatched life.
A few nights ago “irreplaceable” dreamed its way into my middle-of-the-night-insomniac notes. I held it for all its five-syllable glory.
... I've worked to love my beautiful mismatched life.
Maybe at the outset of the year it’s fitting I gather the work of the last few months and conclude with irreplaceable.
As always, thanks for reading!
PS: This post was originally published to the Haiku Thursday list 29 December 2022. To read haiku and essays in real time, join the Haiku Thursday list.