Friday, April 6, 2012
Because I Write
Yesterday I felt like crap
Like Sylvia Plath's head in the oven.
Today I'm all sun
I'm Emily Dickinson
because I write.
Yesterday I was a worthless bag
bones about to crumble
Today I'm all spirit
moving through air.
Yesterday I was all madness
Plato spoke to me:
"You are inspired, daughter,
Garner your Muse's divinity and embrace Eros."
I've lost it and then regain
that essence of me
that contracts and expands
like the inhale exhale of sea.
when it's giddy and gay
I feel better
I can face anything
Sticks...stones? I am stronger.
¶ 7:02 AM 
Yesterday I felt like crap
Like Sylvia Plath's head in the oven.
Today I'm all sun
I'm Emily Dickinson
because I write.
Yesterday I was a worthless bag
bones about to crumble
Today I'm all spirit
moving through air.
Yesterday I was all madness
Plato spoke to me:
"You are inspired, daughter,
Garner your Muse's divinity and embrace Eros."
I've lost it and then regain
that essence of me
that contracts and expands
like the inhale exhale of sea.
when it's giddy and gay
I feel better
I can face anything
Sticks...stones? I am stronger.
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