I think I'm doing better, but I frequently have moments of ... well, not-so-better I guess. I enjoy having my nails done, but I'm not really enjoying doing them ... still behind on the blog ... and periodically going through black moods, which is always when I seem to write more & maybe even better? I've never had a happy poem I like as well as my dark poems. And sometimes they're literal, and sometimes they're more metaphorical - you're welcome to take it in whichever way it speaks to you.
Speed bumps like mountains in my path
So much pain, and fear, and wrath
Looking down ... contemplating old scars
Distant - it's been so many years
And yet ... the thought is there, the urge
To purge with blood instead of tears
I wrote that sometime last week, although I didn't date it so I'm not sure exactly when. But I thought I'd post it up because it's been such a long time since I put up any poems.
Thanks for reading.