I continue to find safety and refuge in my writing,
And right when it’s feeling at its most indirected and purposeless,
It finds its cozy use again;
Right when I am turning most inward,
And dwelling again on the on-going struggles,
Returning to repetitive compulsions,
And the headaches and isolation which that causes,
That’s when writing and creativity are a shining light again,
And often at its most rewarding.
I wasn’t going to post something today,
Since I’ve been busy chasing ancestry,
I’m working on a little project, a kinda flight of fancy!
But then I realisedβ¦
I’ve written every day since the 8th of January,
So I looked in my drafts and found this poem,
And I wonder ifβ¦they would’ve been proud of me?
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Thanks π. This is weird, this post isn’t appearing in the reader so I couldn’t check if it was actually published. But now I know it was! π
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Love this β€οΈ
Ancestry journey ehh ? ππ
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Yup! π There’s a thing called ancestry.com you know, check it out! π
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Is it interesting? Pretty legit? ππ
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LOL xD
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It’s litgenuinimately interesting, yes π
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And thanks a lot!
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Haha no problem! π€ͺ
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So relatable Robin!
This happens to me so many times, when I feel like my writing is becoming aimless and it’s losing its purpose, it becomes comfortable yet again somehow.
Lovely piece! π
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Thanks so much Megha!! I really needed that comment π. That’s really good to know. I’m very glad you found it useful or relatable! π
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