Trapped In The Margins

My life has changed drastically in the past year due to illness. The pain that I’ve felt has slowly increased to the point where there are days that I can barely function. The only option at this point is surgery, or so the doctor tells me. I’m just tired of not being able to live without pain. I remember the days when depression kept me from living my life. I was healthy back then, less scars and less damage. Now, things are completely different. Everything feels like it’s falling apart. But I’m not mad about things falling apart. I’m mad that it’s destroying me with it.

So, I’m going to write it out. The good, the bad, and the mundane. I want to write out the pain that I’m feeling so I can have room to feel something else. I want to be happy. I don’t want any of this pain. So, where does that leave us?

I have four drafts saved for when I was in a place of severe self-doubt about my relationship. I haven’t decided if I want to publish as is or if I want to add to them. Those drafts are rife with pain. They ooze the sorrow of heartache. I think that it will be good to set those emotions free. I always want my content to reflect my true feelings and yet I have always focused on negative feelings. It’s unhealthy to constantly be expressing negative emotions.

I want this to be my first place where my content transitions to a wider range of feelings. It’s time to diversify my poetry portfolio as well as my life.

See you soon lovelies 🙂