Mindscape I hope you find in poetry A lighthouse hovering upon a tree Some bucket full of fireflies Flying all across many skies Of all colours and of all styles May you imagine as you write Knocking down all the sylphides of fright Brandishing courageously your sword Annihilating only through words Finding inside you the river of worth May your mind escape far away Inside of a speedy winged car As you read an adventurous fiction Filled with superfluous actions And of everything else that your heart never bred It’s dark everywhere, I know And my mind feeds on a black crow But there’s a ray of hope that shines so bright That it floodlit all of these dark spaces Revealing poems, books, and stories Half of the world may-might be gone But I, I still continue my escape Freeing myself further and farther Freeing myself further and farther. -eiravel-
It’s Pink October Breast Cancer Awareness Month — and why wouldn’t you be reading? Why wouldn’t you be writing? Why wouldn’t you be blogging? Why wouldn’t you be journaling in a private diary? Why wouldn’t you scribble down on a piece of paper everything that hurts, everything about what gnaws your body, to then throw it away in the fire, to rip it into pieces, or even, to eat it and spit it out. You can be everything you want, and seek out to everyone through writing; you can talk to yourself through writing therapies, which consist of relieving tension and emotion, establish self-control, and understand your situation clearly and in depth. You don’t need to be a skilled writer to freely express yourself, to relieve your heart of that heavy burden you carry. All you need to do is heal yourself through writing therapy.