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.