I write
to write
to sing
not hum
to feel
never deny
to breathe
and sigh
and long
for in
words do
I find
life itself
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.
IDog
I dog
you child
I wait
you come
and we
both excited
about seeing
until one
day no
longer front
but back
and then
later and
later and
then none
what’s dog
without child
but dog
Rain
You’ve become
the exception
not rule
your choice
not mine
feel free
to stay
away as
long as
you like
for I’m
more comfortable
with you
gone than
ever here
you are
the rain
and not
the sun
Ain’tThatTheShit
When I left
I left everything
imagine all caps
but rather than
curling up dying
au contraire I
started living again
living my best
life as best
that I could
given what I
had left which
was very little
besides naturally myself
remember this shit
happens to everyone
everyone everywhere everyday
it’s not shit
that makes you
who you are
it’s what you
do with shit
that ever does
so wipe your
shoes off on
the curb and
get on with
living your life
your only and
best life ever
I’m
I’m missing something
no not hand
both are here
not feet either
for both wiggle
arms and legs
are both visible
and torso too
eyes still see
and mouth speaks
but still something
is not here
but I am
I always am
seems to be
the only one
that’s always here
