My intent was to write. To take “pen to paper” and finally be honest. To say it all and let go of everything. Never expecting the whirlwind of emotional baggage I would truly be dumping out. After letting go of so much you’d think that’s it. All that has led me to today is out. I’ve purged. So I’m good, right?
It doesn’t seem to be that easy. Just in the same way you clean out your attic or your basement, ridding it of all the junk you’ve accumulated over the years, standing back and seeing it clean and empty…you sigh…finally. Then you get close up into the corners and crevices and you see all the residual dust, dirt and spider webs that are still there.
Then you realize…you’re not done. And so I’ve realized – I’m not done. This is where the writing from a different viewpoint came into play. I figured I must have some dusty corners in my mind that need to be wiped clean. Coming from that same place, since poetry has always been a healing outlet for me, I decided to finally participate in some of the Haiku Challenges I was noticing on Twitter. If I was going to do it though, I wanted to do it as part of my healing process and not just for the fun of it.
What I didn’t realize was how much it was going to take to dig down and write a measly Haiku. I mean, three sentences written in 5/7/5 syllable format. How easy this would be, right? Not really. I don’t write anything (whether posting it or not) that isn’t something meaningful to me. I just can’t do it – from an emotional standpoint. If I don’t feel it, I literally can’t write it – AKA – the zone. Participating in these poetry sessions (if you will) is, for me, another form of therapy. And, it keeps me writing.
To read from the beginning… my story starts here.