Singing In Your Honour – 15th March 2026

Inspired by this piece at Ask Molly, which I found via Maia’s Tiny Hearts here

I love the time that I didn’t love myself,
the past plays upon my mind;
I was too busy with pleasure to consider
what the future would find.

I wandered the quiet forests of imagination
waiting for everything to be mine;
Disappointment followed me there, to the tree
wishing to turn back time.

Every sigh a plea, the heartbeats heavy
when will my love find me here?
Building towards a crescendo, I found
what I wanted, too late to hear.

The sun was always hiding, slipping through
my fingers, clenched white in fists;
Missing the chance pleasure of the rain
even as it so casually persists.

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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

The Present Is All We Possess

All that we possess – given to us all
A lifetime to impress – ‘now’ remains so small
Today is a gift – due to expire
Let it be the lift – leading to inspire