art from pain

a poem

the constant urge to

write these words

no longer lingers

in my bones;

the sudden phrases

no longer appear nor

echo in my mind

at the same rate

they used to.

however, i will not

miss them

for they brought

sorrow and heartache

despite the innate healing

power of creating

art from pain.

the things you learn in therapy.

2020 was going to be the year of concerts.

a poem about days gone past. i wrote two versions of this, this was the first.

just jaime