the body keeps the score

i’m frozen
reading the words scratched upon my soul
long before i knew how to read

but now that i’m baked
i’ve got a new take
a new way to remake
and rewrite the wake

so many tears
for so few words

it is on me
to see
and send love
inwardly

my shadow bleeds ink
yet i hold the pen
with these words
i begin again

for my story will be long
with chapters anew
and these words
are so few

the body keeps the score
but the pen holds the key
the paper is the door
so love what you see

begin again

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This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry

un-actioned decisions

a man walks
blindfolded and alone
desperately searching for meaning

finding nothing
he cries
and clings to his own broken form

the remnants
of a series of an un-actioned decisions
the only identity left to embrace

nonetheless he smiles
unable to hide the irony
that only now does he finally feel safe

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About:
The ‘un-actioned decision,’ a concept introduced by a friend to highlight those choices we are forced into making by circumstance, affliction, or fate.

Decisions we can never quite sit with and thus cause friction, pain, resentment, and profound loneliness.

This poem is my attempt at capturing and expressing those emotions that come with walking up to a life where you are now living in the consequences of those un-actioned decisions, and thus are fundamentally not happy and have to fix things from such a state of brokenness.

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This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry