Forgo all previous thoughts
Everything is wrong
All around us has changed
Real life has gone
All my friends have gone away
They are all out
having fun
I am
alone
The only
One.
I could make the best of it
Try new things
See what fits
The truth of it is I feel
low
Being here. No place to go.
There was a time I got invited to join in
Nervous me, glad to begin
A journey of inclusion
Accompanied by anxiety
And maybe that’s what put them off me
They didn’t know
That everytime
I was asked
I got braver, sparkled, danced
Then anxiety hit again
Pushed me back into my pen
Like a caged bird, not allowed to sing
Confined to listen to everyone else’s din
My head hurt
My brain exploded
All the happiness eroded
The invites all dried up
Eventually I tried again
Clean page, fresh ink, the dots intact
Suggesting this, pursuing that
Until I heard, “you’re not where it’s at”.
Updated: May 20, 2022
So, today I've been experimenting with echo verse.
Still very much thinking about family history and how our ancestors' past shapes our future.
i not forgotten
ii how we remember
iii those who passed before
iv who gave up their tomorrows
v so we could have today
vi how do we commemorate
vii how they bravely soldiered on
viii inhabit
Start with three random words, lifted from the dictionary.
Choose three pages at random, get someone to call out three random numbers and choose the first or last word on that page... however you do it, start a story!
HOUSE BAKER TASTING
An accomplished baker, she tried to be
Her cakes always tasting, dreadfully.
The gingerbread house stood complete
Weeks of assembly, now ready to eat!
