It’s amazing what the creative process can do for the soul. I spent yesterday evening writing a new poem entitled Manipulation; a result of thoughts that have been flickering on and off like a dodgy lightbulb in my head for months now.
I wrote, I “conquered” whatever demons my poem represented, I slept.
Today I awake feeling like a different person altogether.
I feel free!
(Note to self: write more, it’s good for me!)
