I sometimes wonder if you feel silence
in the same way that I do.
The quiet unease that settles deep in your stomach.
The thousand ‘what if’ questions that suffocate your mind.
The gradual ache that builds, and builds,
until it reaches its crescendo and you’re left
It’s been a while since I’ve posted any of my poetry (or writing in general) to my blog etc. and ‘m hoping to change that and be more productive creatively. Whether it’s working on my WIP or posting snippets of flash fiction/poetry to this blog or Instagram, I’m going to do it.
This is the first piece of poetry that I’ve written in a while and I’ll probably hate it later, but for now, it is what it is. It feels good to have finally found a creative release once again. I’ve been in a bit of a slump, and constantly trying to remind myself that you don’t need to wait for inspiration to strike, and my perfectionist streak will only hinder my progress.