poetry won't make things better
but it makes things feel better
even if only in this moment
poetry doesn't take away the moods
it definitely doesn't unsay the said things
or unsees the hard looks
it is a bit of a panacea
a lovely soft ball of cotton wool
easing the wound and sheltering it from sight
i do not write this poem to undo anything
maybe to unknot something
- a tightness
- a forgetfulness
- a mindless habit
maybe my poem is simply a talisman
to tie around my wrist
to sing into my veins
to call the rhythm and beauty
back after the fall
for now lie a little bit
gently stroke the wounds
whisper that i forgive myself
patterns go deep
it is okay to fall into
the same trap many twices thrices over
and over and over
nature is instinct
and habit-forming
but come here to this poem
forget about the habits
- good or bad -
writing is a wave that shapes over time
it can not become pernicious
or malicious
there are much too many
pauses and daydreaming
and blinking and erasing
and rephrasing in writing for it
to become an ill intention
a spiteful business
or
a bad habit
write for goodness' sake!
it is one way
to keep myself from falling
if it is not myself i shall keep upright
then let it be my pencil!