It’s hard to write when you’re all crumbled beneath emotion of either extreme

Too happy and you don’t need a damn word.

Devastated and what’s the point?

It’s that spot in between

Where you don’t quite know what you’re feeling

Where there’s nothing to be all too sad about

But there’s something missing, something that keeps you  a notch under all right

That’s where you need the words

That’s where you need poetry

To put a name to whatever it is that lurks inside you

If you can carve it out of yourself with words it won’t start to rot into despair.

Or at least,

That’s the hope.

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