Today I was better
Than the version of myself yesterday,
Dreading every word which reeked of imperfection.
I am better now.
Much better,
Than the bitter stench of self-judgement
From my own swollen lips –
My swollen hips tell me so
I worked hard for these
and I am better now.
In the burn I brought upon myself – I am successful
Accomplished,
Achieved.
I am the being that bodies desire,
That mouths aspire to acquire
– I am better.
Superior to myself,
In so many ways,
I am satisfied
I am secure.
I am searching
for the reason why scrutiny is my solution
To healing.
I recommend recovery in aesthetic creation.
I prescribe the production of pretty verses,
To nurse neurotic thoughts.
To comfort,
To shelter
under the arches of rhymes.
I am better than I use to be at writing those.
My scribbles,
Often significant,
I sing with the pride
And the tenacity
Of a lover.
Sometimes.
Some time,
I suppose that disappointment will drive
Each
Syllable
Over
The
Edge
Into my removal bin of regrets nonetheless
if I cannot do better
Than to absorb all of myself into ink,
by the time this receipt roll is out of space.
Till paper prints have bore greater marvels than
This
Ineffective note to self anyway.
– I will be better tomorrow
Great words and that picture really gives one a lot to think about… lol. 🙂
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Thanks for following my blog. You asked for suggestions for other blogs. Try dVerse, Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, and Poets United. All three have prompt days where you can put a poem on your site, link it, and read other poets’ work. I’ve found a lot of good working poets there to follow and learn from.
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