One thing about me is that I do not keep a journal. I’ve heard lots of people suggest that doing so is a good idea but I’ve never had any inclination to do that because I have really excellent recall of past events, but also because I write so much poetry it serves as a really good record of what I was experiencing, thinking and feeling in the past. It’s funny to me I can look at things I wrote just a year ago and track how much I’ve grown in that time. The further back I go, the more growth I see from then.

Anyway, this is a poem I wrote just the other day and I thought I had posted it here already but searched it and saw that I hadn’t.

I am not this pain,
For I am not this body.
Those who say we are
Are being awful naughty.
The lies are meant to keep us
Trapped and under rule.
No man can really rule you.
The ones who try are fools.