P*rs*v*ranc*

people say that it’s hard to write without the letter ‘e’, as a writer whose self expression relies on the infinite alternatives of words, losing a letter means to lose an intricate pillar and be crippled and disadvantaged, but I went through constant loss of the essential support in my life--even several at once--yet still survived. This poem is a juxtaposition of lacking the complete alphabet and not being whole from losing parts of your individuality but still persevering [and hopefully, creating meaning and beauty in the chaos].