Curse of Inspiration (July 22, 2018)

Don't know

Where the words come.

They emerged

Like an avalanche

In my mind.

Nor

How to control

Or stop their flow

To the point

My mind rests.

Often awoke

By this strong need

To write these words

In ink or electronically.

Darn it

Three am

Isn't a sane time

To be awake

For anyone.

Never mind

Someone

Who has sleep issues

Already.

Sigh.

Fighting a losing cause

To regain

What I've never had

A tranquil mind.

Hoping

Whomever is holy

Will bless me

With a single night

Of restful uninterrupted

Sleep.

Alas

I know

Am asking

Too much.

Therisa © 2018

Author’s note: For some of us, sleep is a precious resource that we lack, whether, it’s due to sleep apnea, depression, trauma (PTSD flashbacks), insomnia, or other causes. Since August 2007, I have struggled with sleep, when my mental walls came crashing down during an extreme panic attack that lasted for 26 hours. Have found that some of my best poetry is written during this time of night, or day, if you preferred

No Write Way, For Poetry (April 15, 2016)

Thank you

For your suggestions

On improving

My writing style.

Am sure

You meant well

With your comment.

But

No thanks.

It is

This preaching 

Of poetic orthodoxy

That chased me

Away from poetry

As a student.

So many years

Ago.

It may surprise you

But

I don't write

For your reading

Enjoyment.

Rather

A daily exercise

In my battle

With chronic depression

Various anxiety disorders

And PTSD.

As

An intuitive writer

Where the words lay

Has to feel

Just right.

To do so

Otherwise

Is to commit suicide.

Something

I've been fighting

All my life

Against.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: On another site, I had someone suggest, something similar, to improve my readers' appeal (what they thought a free verse poem, should be written as. Never realizing, by doing so, you're destroying, the very essences that makes my poems, unique.