The Unfolding of Sarah

Previously

…She closed her laptop, a sense of quiet determination settling over her. She was Sarah, the executive. She was also Sarah, the poet. And for the first time, the two felt less like opposing forces and more like two sides of the same, beautifully complicated coin. The secret life of verse was no longer just a clandestine hobby; it was becoming the vibrant thread that wove her entire existence together, one witty stanza at a time. The spreadsheets could wait. The poems, however, were calling.