Lately

Lately, I haven’t been able to journal. I just can’t. It’s as if the ability to just freely write has been taken away from me. My journal just sits there, collecting dust. But I can’t write. My thoughts don’t feel safe.

I have been writing here though. And oddly enough – it’s coming out in the form of poetry. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve written poetry since high school. I had a scary experience that left me all kinds of traumatized and so I wrote poetry about it. It’s how I coped. I suppose it makes a little bit of sense that I’ve been bitten by the poetry bug again. I’m going through a rather distressing phase and apparently that’s my poetry trigger. Who knew. *shrugs*

So apologies in advance for corny rhymes, awful phrasing and the jumbled mess that is my poetry.

I think I’m constipated

Why do they call it writer’s block? They should call it writer’s constipation. At least people can relate to constipation. I mean – we’ve all been there. It’s like my brain hurts because there is so much inside and I’m bloated with things I want to write but can’t seem to finish. I try and try…and nothing. Just numb legs and a ring on my ass. Ugh…

So I leave you with these while I work through my situation…

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