i wasn't going to post this, it's more than a little artificial, but william's essay led me to think there is something here worth exploring.
steps one and two
~
something bad happened.
not to me, not near, but it happened.
now i begin the process of purging,
replacing the images with healthy,
wholesome images of my own, of my own doing.
it makes me sad beyond my ability
to communicate that such things happen,
have happened, will happen again.
writing is a step in the process.
being with friends is another.
being in a beautiful place is another.
living life mundanely is another.
it takes time, and even then
it never goes away, only retreats
to become part of the background,
lurking, waiting to be recalled.
it didn't happen to me. it had nothing
to do with me. yet, here i am, on step one
of the journey back to something
resembling my former self.
~
step two is to listen to bach
~
like the sound of a bell calling people to prayer,
the noise of the human day grows suddenly louder.
~found poetry by fernado pessoa, the book of disquiet
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-08-22 at 16:50
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