I almost want to apologise for my lack of writing.
I go for months, years.
I try to be healthy,
To change my poetry into something
"Productive."
I always come back.
Something about it,
Being honest with myself.
No, I'm not okay.
For that brief time,
Where I am creative,
Happy,
Allowed to be whoever I am.
Before I pretend that this moment
Never existed.
Before I pretend I'm okay again.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 12:22 AM UTC
I almost want to apologise for my lack of writing.
I go for months, years.
I try to be healthy,
To change my poetry into something
"Productive."
I always come back.
Something about it,
Being honest with myself.
No, I'm not okay.
For that brief time,
Where I am creative,
Happy,
Allowed to be whoever I am.
Before I pretend that this moment
Never existed.
Before I pretend I'm okay again.
Before I have to be something other than a broken mind trapped in a useless existence.
