For a little while now I have been writing poetry in my little green notebook. I have found it to be a helpful way to express some of the complex and difficult feelings I have been dealing with over the past few months. Poetry helps because I can express myself indirectly without feeling self-conscious about airing what’s on my mind. So when I feel something I write a few raw words about it.
I try to keep it as spontaneous and authentic as possible. I don’t go back and edit anything, I just write what I’m feeling when those feelings are at their strongest. This exercise is not as orderly and organised as my writing usually is so it has taken some unlearning to properly embrace random bouts of poetry. But the benefits of writing in those moments has helped me to capture the way that I’m feeling.
Personally I don’t think any of it is good, but I don’t think it’s bad either. What I was going for is something authentic. I hope that by filling this green book with little bits of those day-to-day experiences that I can work through some of the things that I have been feeling. Capturing those feelings for artistic purposes is a lot better than letting them weigh heavily on me. The page bears the burden better than my shoulders do.