after the storm

time heals all wounds

memory

keeps them in cold storage

until the bridge is repaired

The steady days of rain are gone and the chemical burns are slowly healing. Yet what surprised me was that while writing book reviews for Lynx, I slipped from encouraging others to read others' books, and I began to devalue my own past work. Even when the sun shines I can slip so easily into losing faith in my own works. Maybe it happens most easily when things are looking up and a dark period seems to be over - when we let our guard down and cross that bridge with missing slats.