Metapoem #2

In a previous post, I talked about what I like to call “metapoems”–poems about the writing process. Here’s another one that I found while I was looking through some of my older pieces.

Sometimes, writing
Is lancing a boil,
Letting all the blocked up thoughts
And feelings flow out
In a single stream of pus.
The results might resemble
Word salad, but
The process was necessary
For relief,
For sanity.

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