Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
This disease I have
I try to keep it in a box
Lid closed tight
I kick it under the table
The furthest corner
Sometimes I can forget
This disease I have
I try to keep it way down low
Down deeper than memory
Pushed further than tomorrow
I shove it from me and turn my face away
But
This disease I have
Doesn’t try to please
It reveals itself
It makes demands
As self-possessed and pitiless as the weather
This disease I have
Is immune to tears
Relentless
Remorseless
With rules of its own
Is it god?
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Today is the Day
Today is the day I stop procrastacaring,
There’s now a high risk of verbose oversharing,
With new tools and tips and a freshly kicked arse,
I’m grinning my way through a heartwarming class,
And I’m watering seedlings of little ideas,
And I’m facing up now to some well-hidden fears,
And I’m feeling the stirring of someone I knew,
Some sleeping presence, somebody who
I think I remember and I know that I like,
I’ll find her, she’s waiting down deep in my psyche,
And I’ll bid her a welcome and ask her to stay,
Or at least come each morning – ten minutes a day,
For four days a week, how hard can that be?
(Though wearing a shower cap won’t be for me)
So I’m writing! And soon I shall look back and say,
Thank god that I realised, today is the day.