writing is exploring

a poem written from inside the belly of a whale

I wrote this unpublished poem two and half years ago and immediately buried it in a folder where I put all the things I write that scare the hell out of me.

At the time I penned this I was just starting to fully dangle my toes in the river of poetry that was suddenly pouring out of my heart. I didn’t know what to do with this kind of poem that effortlessly fell from my fingers. The more I wrote pieces like this - the more untethered to the shore I had long anchored myself to.