A lot of people will tell you to journal in order to process your feelings. It’s a worthwhile pursuit. I believe in the power of the written word, no matter who is doing the writing. But journaling, for me, was never really the way I wanted to express the things that I was feeling. So I turned instead to writing poems.
Sometimes the poems are exactly what I want to say on the first draft. Sometimes they require revision. Sometimes they are so bland and ordinary that there is nothing worth revising. Sometimes they say nothing of consequence. Sometimes they say everything in just a few words. Sometimes they ramble.
I haven’t written many poems over the past ten years, but occasionally, poetry feels like the best way to process what I’m feeling. I find that when the dark parts of life come to roost, a poem can say what I need to say better than any other media. In a poem, I can be honest and authentic in ways that I can’t in an essay, an open letter, a short story or a journal entry. I can draw the reader (and myself) further into my pain through a poem. I can show my true self. I can use it to heal.
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Major Change
I once read “A loss is a loss” And now those words Ring true and pure When I think about What I have lost. It was not just A place to go A thing to do. I have not lost A calendar item An hour from my day An appointment On an endless agenda. I…
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I Can Feel Two Things At Once
I can feel two things at once: Grateful for how you held me close, Infuriated for how you pushed me away; Joyful for the time we shared together, Devastated for how those times have ended; Empathy for what you must be going through, Wounded by the wedge you drove between us; Hopeful to be made…
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You Did Not Come
In 2022, my friend Issa Brown peer pressured me into publishing a book of poetry with the phrase, “If you ever write a poetry book, I’ll illustrate it for you.” Okay, girl. Twist my arm, why don’t you? The results of our efforts was the short collection of poetry titled “The Circle,” a book which…
The Quick and the Dead 