Writing the psyche

Another damp start to the day, and breathing is really awful. Canada is still on fire, and it's hell for asthma patients like me. I wish they had all this rain and damp.

I've been writing a lot of drafts this week, most of which are just "etudes" but others may have some promise. What I've noticed is that I still have a lot of psyche work to do. I spent most of the last few years writing about my father's decline and death, and now it seems that some deep anger and resentment about issues in my childhood are bubbling up. O great, right? No wonder I'm not sharing all of these raw drafts with the group. No one needs to hear that stuff.

Poetry is not therapy, but writing can help sort things out. It is not my intention to go digging like this; it's not comfortable, and it leaves me sad and exhausted. But there are things I need to say, to confront and deal with, I guess. 

I am hopeful that whatever writing prompts we are given today, they lead me to something else. 

Have a good day,

C