I haven’t written poetry in a while.
it’s usually my default when
I’m down in deepest
depressionanxietyexistentialdread –
my fighting words fit for battle
against enemies inside and out.
except poetry isn’t just a release
for my disquiet,
not just a weapon wielded at an unjust world.
poetry is healing words and tending –
it’s dinner with daisies and
watering friendships.
poetry is the moments of rest
as well as the adventure.
