1:04 p.m. Something happened to me yesterday, and I want to preserve it. So I know what I want to write about but not what form. Let’s see what happens…

1:05 p.m.

i'm never going to be okay
was what i thought that day
but joy walked in

her bubbly enthusiasm
reached me across the chasm
i'd stuck myself in

and i couldn't help but wonder
if my sadness was a blunder
my depression a sin

i let her essence
sneak into my presence
though happiness was thin

i'll be back she said
and i forgot my dread
and what might have been

it's gonna be all right
every good thing in sight
because joy walked in

1:16 p.m. It’s honestly not what I was thinking of writing, which was more of a freeform kind of thing. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve forgotten how to write a freeform poem. Is that possible? That you forget how not to rhyme? Should we call Dr. Seuss syndrome? No doubt he would think of a more creative name. Anyway, here’s a go at rewriting:

joy
by michelle garren-flye

i'm never going to be okay
was what i thought that day
until joy walked in

her bubbly enthusiasm
reached me across the chasm
i'd stuck myself in

and i couldn't help but wonder
if my sadness was a blunder
my depression a sin

i let her essence
sneak into my presence
a warmth on my skin

i'll be back she said
and i forgot my dread
about what might have been

it's gonna be all right
every good thing now in sight
because joy walked in

1:22 p.m. I dunno. I’m running late with this one today, but maybe tomorrow I’ll try to rewrite in a freeform.