Totally worth a try Amy. Even if you can’t write your way back to the hope you once had, writing can help you and readers process the trauma. And maybe you can feel like a whole person again.
And never worry about your writing sounding like crap. I’ll tell you the same thing I tell my daughter when she asks me if she looks like crap — it’s not possible. I look forward to reading more. And I loved your poem 💜
Reading this back, I am chuckling at how many of the life-sustaining essential tasks I listed involve caffeinated beverages.
Adored your poem -- and feel your pain. But you are so right to choose hope. I read below ... a lot.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
BY EMILY DICKINSON
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
Totally worth a try Amy. Even if you can’t write your way back to the hope you once had, writing can help you and readers process the trauma. And maybe you can feel like a whole person again.
And never worry about your writing sounding like crap. I’ll tell you the same thing I tell my daughter when she asks me if she looks like crap — it’s not possible. I look forward to reading more. And I loved your poem 💜