By and
for and
on behalf
of others
but now
myself has
unlocked mysteries
of life
and love
heretofore ignored
focusing now
on my
self worth
instead of
validating attention
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Nibble
It’s now this
time of day
when missing what
casts its long
shadow as day
draws to close
and low sun
brings with it
this dark reflection
as though I’ve
been sitting dockside
pole in hand
hoping for at
least the nibble
of someone’s curiosity
Back
And like almost
anything once lost
things find their
way back wearier
sure for finding
back is always
harder than finding
front for front
faces the street
and back is
hidden behind things
like trash bins
and secret doors
Turning
White turns
to gray
after time
from soap
or sky
making new
old again
and clouds
into rain
what one
starts out
as rarely
ends the
same way
Slop
I read recently
some AI slop
describing my writing
and it took
me way back
to high school
when my English
teacher embarrassed me
in front of
the entire class
predicting that I
would never be
a good writer
not that I
ever wanted to
I have learned
that disbelief is
a great motivator
I have never
written in order
to prove anyone
wrong but rather
to simply breathe
for life after
all is all
I can share
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 