Returning Again And Again

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 realised…
I’ve written every day since the 8th of January,
So I looked in my drafts and found this poem,
And I wonder if…they would’ve been proud of me
?

πŸŒͺ

11 thoughts on “Returning Again And Again

    1. Thanks πŸ™‚. 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! πŸ™‚

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  1. 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! πŸ’œ

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    1. Thanks so much Megha!! I really needed that comment πŸ™‚. That’s really good to know. I’m very glad you found it useful or relatable! πŸ’™

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