Poetry isn’t my typical style. Even in my job as an author I write children’s books and YA fantasy fiction. However putting pen to paper and writing whatever comes out is how I deal best with my emotions.
I wrote this last night while in the bath. I’ve been struggling with nerve issues recently along with another round of optic neuritis that has drastically impacted my sight. This is the unedited raw poem that came from the turmoil. It may not be the best but it’s the best representation I have of me right now. I know others will understand.
Dystonia and Me 