Hello Beautiful Thinkers,
Write a poem about a time when you felt that you needed redemption because of something you’ve done. If you’ve lived your life well enough to have never felt this write a poem about the concept in the abstract. What do you think redemption really means? Who in your eyes grants redemption? How do you know if you’ve earned it?
Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,
The Boy In The Heart Shades