Do you ever go through your files or notebooks (or wherever you keep your random bits of poetry/stories) and find something that you’ve completely forgotten writing? And then look at it and think, ‘what is this about? What was going on?’
I dug something up recently, and given the content, I was clearly quite stressed about a situation. But what was it? I don’t know – I don’t even know the context! And what did I do about it? Well, I don’t know that either. I assume it’s long since resolved but that’s pretty much all I know.
Anyway, I thought I would share it for #FridayFiction:
A sudden certainty
That words must be spoken
For ultimate good
Yet which, at first, could
And I must find
The gentlest way
To wield the axe.
So there you have it. I assume I wrote it as some kind of catharsis or process of figuring things out. In which case it was quite successful… I guess. I wish I could remember, as finding a ‘gentle way to wield an axe’ sounds like a useful life skill. Ah well.
Tell me I’m not alone, tell me you write and forget too?