I'm working on a collection of my poems in this style for a book

What’s one small, ordinary thing someone does that makes you feel seen and when was the last time you gave that feeling back to someone else?

Tired as though she's never slept a day in her life. scared if she falls asleep her dreams will trap her in the only hell shes ever known...home. Safety is a dream that she's wondered about her entire life. Holding back waves of anger she never chose this life. Doesn't matter if its wrong or right she cant give up, she must stand and fight. For what exactly she does not know its a feeling deep within her, taking on a form of its own. and it feels like the right thing to do this she knows. its been almost 30 years of knowing you I remembered I could rest assure in all you do but now your just this person taking up space in my life not that you try but even if you were its too little too late. -2

What do you do before you start writing, stare at the wall, pace, scroll, pray, procrastinate, or just jump in?

This is a Form of poetry not many of us know about. I know about because my Wife Donna is Deaf. I wanted to share this beautiful form of poetry with you. https://youtube.com/shorts/zcgKri4zJs0?si=oandchiuwymURjUj