Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — this was actually a newer thought or poem that incorporated into this one. I remember the line originated from the Dead Poet thing I had going on and it was supposed to be a part of the Six-Sentence Story but I couldn't connect the thought well enough.
Digging her own Grave
" Yes, writing poems about him... was a luxury... I couldn’t afford"
Poetry on the Margins #18 I wish
Sometimes I wish my writing was more of a
punch to the gut,
because I am
violent like that.
Yet, I feel it's always either
too sad
or too mushy
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Sad or sentimental emotions can be inspirations to write. So, why not write?
I think writing, as any other field of art is something that soothes and helps you process those said emotions. Even if most of the writing I do is with fictional characters or something the emotion is still mine.