In honor of the National Day of Writing, I attended a poetry writing workshop tonight. Hosted by the super-fly Dan Levinson, the workshop gave us a few prompts to wrangle some poetry from our souls. Here's my rough draft.
Guilt
Creeps on soundless muddy gray feet
Inching in, blank-faced, tapping my shoulder
"You're not doing enough" blank-faced and hoarse
The enemy of hope and motivation
Lover of lethargy, devouring my soul, my dreams, my joy, eating my sleep
"You're doing too much!" whips and flails slice
Guided by heavy spiked gauntlets
"You're not doing it right" breathed in my sleeping ear
Filling my dozing mouth with drowned bonfire ashes
Barely heard footsteps creep away
Chased by motivation, my stalwart savior, guilt's best friend and enemy
Letting me begin again.
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