Once,
a
man said to me,
“when
you are happy,
and
stable,
you
will you be able to write.”
That’s
not,
unfortunately,
how
it works.
Writing
is not for the stable
(or sane)
if
evidence is to be gathered from
any
other poet that has ever written.
Poets
traffic on the bridges
between good and evil
love and loss
pain and healing
I walk
over one bridge,
back again.
But to stop traveling?
no, no
we're like those fish
that die if they stop swimming.
stability, and sanity, will kill
(our creativity)
(our creativity)
Our
job is one of reconciliation -
somehow
we
must find a way to speak
to the love
and pain
inside of us.
and
to figure out
(if
we can)
some
way to live with both.
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