Is it possible
For one poem
To lead to a thousand?
Because I think
I set off the switch
And now I’m a poet again
Instead of a lazy slob
That does literally nothing
Each and every day
And cheers to my switch-flipping poem!
~ Bluebell Rizzi
First of all, I’m going to apologise to anyone who’s comments I’ve missed, and to everyone who reads this blog.
I’ve spent the past month mostly sleepless, and very sad.
If I was asked to have a guess at why I’ve not written, I’d say pressure. This blog has always been my therapy. I purged my soul with poetry, which resulted in sad poems, but a happier me.
Recently the people I know have been criticising my writing. Pressuring me to write happy poems, saying that I spread negativity and it’s selfish.
I stopped writing.
That cut off a vital outlet, and I’m much worse the wear for having missed out on it.
Now, as I try desperately to fix my sleeping patterns, thought processes and the way my brain has slid back into old habits, I’m going to have to say this:
Pardon my language, but really. This blog is what I need to survive, and my poetry is my therapy.
So I’m back, and I sincerely hope I’m here to stay.
I hope you’ll have me.