Sniffling and snuffling
Searching for a scent
Skulking in shadows
Self inflated; self serving; self perpetuating
Oroubouros without end
Poetry has always been an important part of my coping with life. I have neglected it for a few years, but I am hoping to get back into the habit if you will indulge me. As with pretty much any writer, the gems are very well hidden within all sorts of grubbiness.
Isn’t it funny how life moves and changes? It’s been two years since I last posted on here, but have often thought about ‘picking up the pen’ again, only to…well…just not do it really. A crisis of confidance despite several very encouraging comments (Thanks Ken especially!) was the main reason I think.
My life has changed almost out of all recognition since the last post, but I am still the same person I was for better or worse despite those changes.
Serious blips have thankfully been a very rare thing in the past year certainly, but they still rear their ugly head from time to time to remind me that depression is not something that you cure, it’s something that you are and you either incorporate it into your existance, or it devours you. Thankfully I am in the former camp at the moment thanks to several things that I hope I can start sharing here again in the near future.
I will leave it there for now as I am at work! I feel good for having laid down a few words here again though.