Ever since I started to use Tramadol against the pain in my foot, earlier this year, I lost my poetry.
I wasn’t woken up by poetry in the middle of the night, ready to write it down in a couple of breaths. I wasn’t hit by it while watching TV, or while cleaning the bathroom. Nothing.
I did write some Elfjes, they are usually a different writing process than the long-form poetry I write, not a dive off the deep end into my soul, so to speak.
And then came last night. My husband and I had just watched the Christine and the Queens documentary on Apple Music and he left to go do something. The first line of a poem tickled my mind. I gasped, grabbed my laptop and started to type.
Within a minute or two, the poem was on my screen. I titled it I am and saved it. And then tears just streamed down my face of pure and unadulterated joy.
Even as I write about it now, I feel that joy burst through me. Oh my gosh, I feel like I have regrown a limb. I had no idea how much I missed writing my poetry until right now.