What better way to start a blog than with a poem? To start I’m taking a poetry class where we are required to write at least one poem a week; last week I wrote this one about how I have PHN and found inspiration from that as well as poet, Barbra Hamby. All in all writing has become a way to help me keep sanity from PHN, I’ll be explaining that later.
Inspirations of Barbra Hamby and PHN
With verses like hearses
bringing me down
I just want to SCREAM!
What else do I say?
That the world is full of candy,
Sugar covered fluffy pillows?
Wrong.
Fluffy pillows, maybe covered in spikes
and you’re lucky to find someone
with gloves to cover your hands
from getting pricked by the painful…
Words like needles in your skull
what’s the difference?
Of these words and needles, spikes,
all pointing at you like daggers
into your heart stabbing you softly
until you rest your head at night.
Into your dreams you go
and you know that could be life,
where you rest your head,
but mostly people think it’s where you walk
Feet on pavement equals real
and it can’t be anything other than that
or can it?
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