I wrote another poem today. About the way I process my emotions. When I was a kid I was often told I wear my heart on my sleeve and that I needed to just be ok. My emotions feel so big inside me sometimes. I feel like I don’t know how to contain them. I need to express them somehow. But I don’t know how to process them in a way that doesn’t make other people uncomfortable. That’s partially why I keep this blog. I have found that writing poetry, prose, music and making art are great ways for me to get the feelings outside of myself and alleviate the pressure. I need to externalize some of this or the feelings swell until I don’t know what to do. And, yes, I do post links to my blog posts on my other socials. The very few people who take the time to read what I write and respond to it are so precious to me. They help me feel seen and less alone in a way I desperately need.

Please understand, I am fully, painfully aware that the way I process my emotions makes most people uncomfortable. Maybe even upset. I see this blog as a compromise between my need to externalize and their need to shut me up. No one has to read what I write here. That’s the whole point. If you click the link I post on my other socials and read this, that is your choice. I already know from years of experience that my emotions are not welcome. But I need to do something with them. So this is what I do.

Ok enough of that shit. Here’s the poem:

What if I broke it