Just Bare It
It’s Cathartic
Ah my lonely, hopeful, vacillating fellow writers…
Nervously contemplating the ramifications of writing your truth
Sharing it for a capricious world to see
Where anyone can read your hearts mind
Where strangers may glimpse your hidden nooks
Peer into the recessed crannies of your haunted mind
……… I urge you to do so …….
It’s Cathartic …….. ………………
When you’re storm tossed…
Riding frothy curling waves
Grasping rails in a dingy nearly capsized…
Put it on paper. Let it out.
It’s Cathartic …….. ………………
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If your mind is a whirl
Jumbled with wonder at some
Unprecedented joyous event
Whirling, chaotic, scattered….
Write it down….
Put it on paper. Let it out.
It’s Cathartic …….. ………………
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Yes, some may judge unfairly
Some may sneer and post hateful drivel…
They are unhappy souls trying to
Lift themselves up via
Advent of tearing others down…
So? Haters gonna hate my friends
They are not the arbiters of your story
Put it on paper. Let it out.
It’s Cathartic …….. ………………
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As jumbled thoughts pour forth
Written in crimson
Bloody, dripping, clotted ink
Ground in the mortar of your soul
With the pestle of your very being
They will begin to find an order
Align themselves, slowly, painfully
Or quickly and naturally
Either way …
Put it on paper. Let it out.
It’s Cathartic …….. ………………
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Not only will ordering the chaotic morass of
Your own confused meandering misfiring synapses
Help you soothe your own mind…
It may cause a deeper understanding
Of yourself unreachable otherwise.
At the least, you can begin to laugh at
Absurdity of a capricious, pernicious fate
Or begin to find sense in the senseless
Regardless:
Put it on paper. Let it out.
It’s Cathartic …….. ………………
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Your story may be a romance
Full of drivel and mooning
It may be a tragedy full of angst, pain, and loss
Possibly a drama, a saga unfolding
Episode by episode as we wander through
The Days Of Our Lives
Perhaps a comedy.. slapstick, romantic, or other
Most of us live day to day in a dramedy
No matter….
Put it on paper. Let it out.
It’s Cathartic …….. ………………
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Should you then choose to share it with us here…
As I truly hope you do…
Worry not about other’s reactions.
Write for yourself first and foremost…
THEN Write for your lover
Your father, mother, brother, sister, or a stranger
Write for the bully who torments you mercilessly
As well as the friend who is there for you
As you help each other over stumbling blocks
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Who knows… you will probably feel better…
Even better….
Your words may find a kindred spirit
They may help a fellow human being
Struggling through similar travails
They may just touch someone’s heart
Soothing their tormented mind
At the exact right moment.
A lighthouse beacon of hope in a dark, cloudy night
When their own ship is storm tossed
…. ….
They may not…..
Who knows…
Either way….
Put it on paper. Let it out.
It’s Cathartic …….. ………………
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About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Keys-Andrew-C-McDonald-ebook/dp/B07VM843XL?ref_=ast_author_dp
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Comments (2)
Ground in the mortar of your soul With the pestle of your very being These are my most favourite lines in this poem! I've always had a weird fascination with mortar and pestle, lol! I also loved the repeated lines, it really gave a sense of emphasis. Your poem was awesome!
This is so good and so true, enjoying the little things you bring! That is so spot on i can feel people being offended from here.