Yesterday I wrote a poem. It’s the first in a series of poems that will concentrate on happiness.
I’m an autobiographical poet. When I write poetry, it comes from inside me. Sometimes it’s like I’ve slapped blood and guts onto the page (or my computer screen…side note: don’t do that). I have poems I’ve written that I probably won’t ever want anyone to read. I’ve deleted poems after writing them, not because they were bad, but because they were too good.
They showed too much of me.
What I’m getting at is that I often dwell on my dark places. Not always, but too much.
I’m going to do my best to focus on the good stuff in my life from now on. I’m starting small.
Favorite Song By Michelle Garren-Flye It's that moment when your favorite song begins and your stomach that had been so heavy? (weighed down by worries about the kids and parents and bills and the rats in the basement?) —all of it disappears pushed back into the ether that houses those things— the ugly things that snatch pieces from our hearts and leave us lonely (and broken if we let them)... But it's all gone with that first note and you and the song are together— the one thing that lifts you away, the only thing that can.
BREATHE: Michelle Garren-Flye 