Wrote

I wrote to untangle myself

Most nights when dread settled

In and the quietest place in my

Head became too still

I wrote to unclasp and bury

The anxiety that was often

Left behind by jigsaw puzzle pieces

Just waiting to fit perfectly.

That is when I discovered

That perfection did not exist

Beyond the words on my pages

Or the little anecdotes of humour and wit

We so fondly narrate to each other.

I wrote with doors shut and

Feelings escaping a mason jar

The colour of rust

I didn’t have screens back then

The loud wasn’t quite as loud

As what we’re so used to today.

I recall penning little side notes

That I wrote for myself

Shoddy handwriting, parenthesis and I

We really did come a long way.

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2 thoughts on “Wrote

  1. Favourite lines:

    “That perfection did not exist

    Beyond the words on my pages

    Or the little anecdotes of humour and wit

    We so fondly narrate to each other.”

    This is absolutely brilliant.

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