I need to start trawling a wider net for subject matter, or I’ll be spending most of my time writing Instaverse about internet drama, and that’s not healthy. For now, I try not to be too preachy.
This poem, guys. This is probably one of the most important things I ever wrote. No, you don’t get to know why, it just *is* and that’s all that matters.
My daughter’s currently obsessed with a couple of songs about the inevitability of death, whilst I’m over here, just grateful to hold it together for another day and not look like I was flattened by a steamroller along the way. This is named after a piece of music which my husband considers samey algorithmic nonsense, but I find rather soothing. You can’t have everything in a marriage.
There will be a series of Instaverse poems about Difference [TM] going forward. These will undoubtedly correspond with the latest mental health journey I am currently taking, and I’m looking forward to finding new ways of expressing myself as this will link in with Patreon changes.
Anxiety is my nemesis right now, that and a rather significant sense of mental exhaustion. One is undoubtedly linked to the other, and are likely to increase in their ability to inconvenience as time goes on. This poem celebrates the day that I got my act together and resolved to sort out this issue once and for all… It won’t ever be totally fixed, but I can learn how to manage it better… and that’s where we are now. Onwards and upwards!
After five days straight at the Gym, because THIS MATTERS TO ME DAMMIT, I’ve begun to let other people’s judgement cloud my own. Fortunately, I have poetry with which to deal with such moments, and then I can go away and be a better person as a result. Also, I can still lift heavy weights and still run without too much issue. These are all great things.
Always be the better person.
This was the first poem completely written in the car. It contains the best descriptor I am ever likely to come up with in relation to how my life was before the Pandemic. Undoubtedly the poem of the week by quite some way, and because it was written in transit, it is presented in Evernote.
My subconscious had a moment on Sunday evening, and this was the response first thing Monday morning. Also, I only just noticed that LibreOffice decided ‘deadlift’ was a typo. I think I like it, let’s keep it in, as this undoubtedly contributes to both the instantaneous and authentic look of the whole feature…
I took the day off on Friday, and someone quite important died. This might be a poem about that, or it might just be a poem about Family. I’ll leave it for you to decide that for yourself.
Sometimes, describing what you are is hard work. When you’re stressed and under pressure, then asked to do the same thing? Even worse. Add pain to all that and really, not happening. The audio today will tell you how this all went down, and it wasn’t good. Don’t tell my daughter I threw up after watching her have two teeth extracted, she however was a total heroine.
Stress is tough to manage, and when someone says they’re in pain, you should believe them.