some days
most days
I feel
terribly
utterly
isolated
void
without hope
or joy
heavy
because the voice
inside my head
feeds me poison
and I drink it
because the voice tells me
it’s what I deserve
some days
fewer days
I feel
Brave
incredibly
powerfully
Invincible
full of Hope
and Joy
Free
because the voice
inside my head
feeds me honey
and I drink it
because I tell the voice
it’s what I deserve
as published in Messy Bun Mantras
Did You Know…
My entire writing career launched in the fourth grade with a little poem about raccoons. It’s terrible, but I love it.
Poetry holds a special place in both my life and my writing. While I may never be the US poet laureate, I can never stop doing something that brings me such fulfillment. For years poetry has been a way of processing emotions and difficult situations that were otherwise impossible for me to sort through.
When I was planning my writing for January, I settled on the theme of “voices.” Of course, I knew immediately that I had just the right opening for this month: a little poem nestled in the beginning of MBM, right on page 11 – which happens to be my favorite number.
Let this week’s poem set the tone for the weeks to follow. I’m excited to get back into writing and into community with all of you. Thank you for being patient with me while I took a break for the holidays!
much love,
meg