By Lu Sobredo
My thoughts have travelled far into the Leap Year. I started to write this poem on the night of February 29, 2020 and it greeted the first day of March.
My muse was relentless, it kept me writing for hours into the night and the next morning. I couldn't help but comply, as thoughts poured out like words imprisoned for eons, desperate to wake up from slumber.
|Midnight in Barcelona, Spain. ©James Sobredo, 2016|
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About the Author
Lu Sobredo is writer/publisher at Lu Travels Abroad, a blog dedicated to folks whose limitations do not hamper them from traveling. A year into early retirement her world collapsed from the diagnosis of Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA). Her total life changed, but she did not let RA define her. With love from family, friends and an awesome doctor, she regained some functionality--her new normal. She will have RA all her life. And she now writes about life and travel with RA. During the pandemic of 2020, she stays put and writes poetry and a first novel, a travel of sorts but in the heart and mind.