Day 66 of The 100 Days Poetry Project
I wrote this poem based on a prompt I read today from a little boy who has cancer and plays a game with his mom where they close their eyes and say what they see inside. I remember as a kid being afraid of the darkness when my eyes were closed and the shapes that morphed in my mind. Today when I did it, I saw winged things and shapes and so much more. It was a fun experiment to pay attention to and write about it.
What do you see when you close your eyes?
