Poetry on the Mind
So I have to express a new-found respect for poetry. I’ve never been a huge fan of it myself, most probably because I wasn’t ever good at it. Not that I really tried that hard, the only experience I had to speak of was when I was forced to write some in school. And perhaps therein lay the problem; poetry is one of the most heartfelt and emotional forms of writing in my opinion. So a couple nights ago, sometimes in the early hours of the morning, unable to sleep with all the things on my mind, I resigned myself to try and write a poem to give my anguished thoughts a home other than my sleepless brain. And so I did. After about two hours I held in my hands a poem which was impressive for how well it had reflected my emotions in words. That’s what made it so special I think, that it was so heartfelt; because otherwise my poetic talent probably still lies between 0 and -1 on a scale of 10.
It took a lot from me to write the poem and it wasn’t short but an interesting thing happened after I wrote it. I felt…lighter. I felt like this great heft of sadness had been expelled from my mind. I think that writing that poem began my healing process and got me back on the road to relative sanity. So I’ve got to admit, I was and am impressed. I guess poetry has its uses and they can be very cool.
Okay now that I’m done being the next lame poet, I’M FEELING BETTER! Plus my new place is freakin’ HUGE compared to my old apartment. I’m still packing but I can’t wait to head over there. I need a bed frame though; my roommate duped me and told me there was a bed I could use but there’s only a mattress. I’m gonna go do some more packing but, I’ll keep you posted.