Oct 2017
How hard it is to articulate,
To make words make sense.
String them along in a sentence
To craft and manipulate,
This insanely difficult thing we call
"Language."
How hard it is to emphasize
The right word, right line,
Make it all interjoin and intertwine,
Combine
And rhyme,
Shape it,
Weave it
Into this insanely difficult thing we call
"Poetry."
How hard it is to breath
Life into this verse,
Make it transverse,
From pen to page to eye to mind to soul.
Where it can nest like a coal
And burn and flame and thrive.
And give birth to this insanely difficult thing we call
"Life."
To make words make sense.
String them along in a sentence
To craft and manipulate,
This insanely difficult thing we call
"Language."
How hard it is to emphasize
The right word, right line,
Make it all interjoin and intertwine,
Combine
And rhyme,
Shape it,
Weave it
Into this insanely difficult thing we call
"Poetry."
How hard it is to breath
Life into this verse,
Make it transverse,
From pen to page to eye to mind to soul.
Where it can nest like a coal
And burn and flame and thrive.
And give birth to this insanely difficult thing we call
"Life."
This poem is magical to me because I wrote it when I was absolutely exhausted. It was so difficult to make words make sense, even to speak to someone. But I wrote this during break times at work, and throughout the process, I found it giving me strength and energy. It is amazing to me that the creative process can give such energy and life to a person.
