
I recommend the catharticism of writing. Somehow to get thoughts and ideas expressed in words, exploring feelings, playing with sounds and structure, is very satisfying. Was having a bit of a dark day when I wrote this:
At the beginning there was
screaming, and crying, and stretching.
Unbelievable stretching.
You believed you were elastic.
But that was a lie.
We all discover that,
eventually.
You were flush and moist,
tendons awash,
joints synovially oiled.
You glided like
an ice skater.
It was all
so easy.
But now cracks appear.
Your once bright skates
catch and judder.
Falling,
flailing,
crashing down.
When did your body forget how?
Weights which once seemed,
in your novice view,
heavy,
were, in reality, light.
You see that now.
You sag from
life.
There is only one burden
left to bear.