Below is the thirtieth poem for the #ThingADay challenge: Be gentle but strict. Worry not that this can contradict. Guide your hand. Take a stand. March on be you. Shape your world view.

Below is the twenty ninth poem for the #ThingADay Challenge War began today. Another ember smoldering in a world on fire. More tragedy for the pyre. Dickens was not wrong. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. On both sides, crimes. Whether apathy at catastrophe, or a blind eye toward reality. The truth remains. War yesterday. War today. War tomorrow. War forever. Too much war, not enough tears.

Below is my twenty eighth poem for the #ThingADay challenge: Just one more, so close. Focus not on the prose. Just be proud of the attempt. Pride doesn’t have to be something exempt. Your strive is its prize.

Below is my twenty seventh poem for the #ThingADay challenge: Eye dee cee. Three words. Three letters. Apathy. Why don’t we care? Can we simply, not be bothered to dare?

Below is my twenty sixth poem for the #ThingADay challenge: Mind a blank — to be assumed when there’s no gas in the tank.

Below is my twenty fifth poem for the #ThingADay challenge: Throwing at the wall, a steady trickle of drawl. Besieged by the weight of it all.

Below is my twenty fourth poem for the #ThingADay challenge: It’s fair to say you shape your day. Whether good or great, it helps to not be irate.

Below is my twenty third poem for the #ThingADay challenge: The text will often vex. Fret not and push on. It is not you who’s blurred lines drawn.

Below is my twenty second poem for the #ThingADay challenge: Everything a muffle. Interpretation a constant shuffle. The problem, a choice. The solution, rejoice.