At the beginning of April, I committed to writing or revising a poem a day. After Week 1 I posted lines that made me happy. I continued writing for most of the month, though I didn't quite get to every day.
(This is a blog thread about writing, but y'all also know that I am interested in healing, habits, practices, and justice. So I am working on a related post about perfectionism and self commitment.)
As I kept writing, the poems got more personal, intense, and dense--coming from a place that feels important to protect from this more public setting. The line between poem-writing and journaling became much, much less defined. I started expressing in a way that was more visceral, less coherent. More expression, less revision and reconstruction.
It did feel like I was constructing, however--like I was constructing a self, in the way that people express onto the page a version of themselves to see. Not a persona, though, but fragments of myself that I wasn't sure I could get out to be visible without the more terse and difficult words of these poems.
At some point these might be--will be--deeper songs or poems that I'll share. But for now, that's the update.