Jan 2014
Trying not to romanticize life
is hard
when everything is going so beautifully
Such that the morbid and intrusive thoughts
once buried at the back of my mind
then hanging on the tip of my tongue
prying open my lips
have been swallowed down into the burning pit of my stomach
Perhaps, never to return again
is hard
when everything is going so beautifully
Such that the morbid and intrusive thoughts
once buried at the back of my mind
then hanging on the tip of my tongue
prying open my lips
have been swallowed down into the burning pit of my stomach
Perhaps, never to return again
Does anybody else find themselves so happy that the negativity that once shaped your poetry turns to writers block?
© Erin Mason 2014
© Erin Mason 2014
