So this is my first year as a “writer” and I was last minute inspired by a friend to try NaNoWriMo. I only lasted 5 days/5,000 words and I’d even made a bujo spread for it.
But it wasn’t the right time for me. I’ve not been in the best place with my mental health recently and adding this pressure on top… well… it felt like a relief when I decided “not this year!”.
It did however make me realise how much I missed writing poetry, and so here I am going to write a poem about… we’ll see. I like writing poetry because it’s a way for me to express my emotions and I feel the words almost leak out of me, I never have to force them.
To anyone sticking with NaNoWriMo, you got this! And if you don’t, that’s okay too.
All the bloggy love from an infrequent friend.
Complete but timeless If my body were to die Would my soul become Again, with the Universe Welcomes me home among stars.
I met new people today Their personalities must be full And lifetimes in the making But I just got the free sample Where you don’t really know if You want the whole thing Or the sample was quite enough
Really I’m a nice person And I’m sure they’re nice people too And I’ll really actually not mind Learning more about them if the conversation flows Not like wine that is poured purely for social etiquette But if it flows like a song Each instrument still playing notes of their own While dancing with the others Until the song is over.
Saying the stars burn is like saying that Life is for living! It sounds poetic, Insta quotable. But it is a mere Fact. That I wish more people listened to Really listened to. Not just heard as part of the herd that just follow, and not do.
The glow of fire millennial fire mind you 4K on YouTube “most realistic HD crackling” Cosies me on summer nights summer nights cold with neglect not lonely content in my own company Candles join the party black amber wild lavender all the plants I grow are wild really they grow themselves I just let them live rent free Their flames move like arms at a rave a rave more real than my fire scents of drunk grass, unwashed souls smeared in metaphorical mud of mental illness we all seem pigs in mud these days.
I always had to have the last word To feel I’d won the fight.
You always let me have the last word Because you cared more about us than winning.
Thank you for all your losses so we could win and weather The storm I was the eye of That we still suffered together.
I now see It’s not you vs me It’s us vs anything life attempts to make us hurdle I’m ready to take one, two, three for the team And let you win And if I have learnt a goddamn thing It won’t feel like I lose But that we just sail out Onto calm waters Our hands gripped tighter than they were before.
Sun rose yesterday Window to experience Bright dawn modern life
And then they took it away Crushed by waves, anxious Days stretch unknowingly to Demise of the life I’d been rebuilding, anew.
In the UK the government are going blasé on the COVID safety restrictions from the 19th July. Along with opening nightclubs and lifting capacity on events, they’re removing the need to wear masks or socially distance.
While lots of Brits are celebrating, for me as a vulnerable individual this is taking away a lot of freedom I’d been enjoying. Despite being young and double jabbed, if I were to get COVID the results could be devastating, even life ending. While I can sympathise with people wanting to get back to normal, any sense of normality I’ve been enjoying (seeing some friends, going out to eat, etc) will probably be no go’s again very soon.
With hundreds of thousands of cases predicted each day, it’s going to be a minefield that I just can’t risk. And it will be the same for the plethora of other young vulnerable individuals and all elderly people.
This is just another notch on a long list of uninclusive acts from our country’s government. But I guess there will at least be a easy way to tell if someone is a nice person from now on, whether they’re wearing a mask in indoor public places… *sigh*