A crash course in changing the world.
Sob. Ache. The sadness receeds.
I have tears in my eyes,
but to think of why gives rise to a sob,
and then an ache.
If I could but writhe,
and arch and spin.
Until finally, the feeling,
tossed away, into a heap in the corner.
But I cannot, will not give in.
I refuse to writhe and arch,
and spin becuase I know that next,
I will weep.
Once I weep I know I will scream,
and once I scream, its real.
Living with me, in that moment.
The fear, facing me, attacking me
in my eyes and mouth and nose.
So I will sob.
Then ache,
then forget.
Sometimes writing poetry is the best way to deal with things, one must take what they feel, and put it to words. If you want to scream, and can't, write about it. If you want to dance and jump around, but can't, write about it. If your feelings are too hard to describe to others, write about it. Let the feelings flow from your fingers, and then look at what came out. Seeing whats on the paper (or screen) is like looking in the mirror, sometimes that is all that it takes to get an accurate look at ones self, and take care of that piece of broccoli in your teeth(broccoli as a metaphor?)
When I am sad, I write or play music, and it cheers me up. What cheers you up?
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