I purge my pain

It's easy to see my poetry

Isn't written to be pretty

Or profound.

It is written to purge my pain

To lance the corruption

Eating at my soul

To ease hurt

Without hurting myself.

As a younger woman

Booze and the radio full of sad songs

Would have been my solution

Until I passed out from all the polution.

But I have to be strong

For myself

For others

So, that leaves me writing poetry

To ease my soul with poorly written prose.

It provides amusement for those who write beautifully perhaps

So they can discuss how disgusting my efforts are.

But the pain of such embarrassing thoughts is so minuscule

I write my poetry anyway

And leave them to their fun.

I don't write it for the money

Or for noteriety

I am writing for my sanity

Trying to stay tethered to this world

Another moment, another day.

As I sit marinating in pain

I wait for that golden moment

When it is over

So that I can enjoy a life beyond the pain

And I'll have no more need to purge my pain

With poorly written poetry