I've restarted this blog at least 5 times now.
I feel like I've written all I can about this experience.
I can't even express the happiness and gratitude I have for this experience and everyone involved.
It just feels like I am repeating it over and over again, so I will share this poem I wrote.
I'm not sure how many people even know I write poetry.
I started right before I came to Senegal because I feel emotions so deeply and all I can do about it is write.
I never thought I would be sharing this with anyone other than my closest people so this is a little bit scary, but you can't live in fear.
I hope everyone enjoys!
Here goes nothing!
Picking Flowers Part II
Separated from the rest,
picked by you.
The new water climbs through me
I know nothing new
Water is a necessity,
but so is soil.
Stolen from my grounding,
you turned me in to you.
Instead of being one,
I became a version of you.