Ponderous poems stem from many years writing morning pages and finding that words were part of not only my creative process but also my ability to work through ideas, issues, trauma and more.
Sometimes I wrote a word, and from that…
I’ve been coming back home
The returning to me
What promised so much took vital organs.
Trade-offs were made in the name of love
Clutching for what was sacred
Only to concede for peace and harmony.
I became less than
My vitality wore off
Depletion set in