Your "guessed" perfectly

30 years (okay, if I started in 4th grade, it's more than 30 years, but let's not get pickly) on paper, in folders, out of folders, in a plastic container.....

A friend told me if I didn't get it together and start publishing....

I "came out of the closet' as a poet just 4 years ago. Why? I love writing. I love it when the words flow. But it is SO personal.

You pegged me exactly.....

And the words want to gush, and I'm trying to get a divorce and deal with 4 hostile children and a husband who want to keep everything the same--me in deep Depression (NEVER AGAIN). They think my poetry is a nice diversion, and don't realize that NOT writing has been KILLING me.....and I want to LIVE.

My religious 'leader' said I need to go to the Mayo clinic to see what is wrong with me (why would any 'good' Mormon (I'll delete that if I remember) wife want to break up a family, a beautiful, talented family. Because this "wife" has spent 60 percent of the last 12 years in the hell of Depression because she thought she was supposed to sacrifice HER needs for her children.

So I have "black" poetry, but then even it dried up. And I have a wealth of experience from the pain....and the poems, as I find them (scattered through the chaos of my room and life) many(okay) I don't remember writing. And I'm amazed by them.

Okay, today's SWF (Salt-Water-Flush) is about to kick in. I ate out last night (soup for the empty spot) and then I ate white bread for the first time in who knows how long, and my body went PUFFFFFFY.

More "dental detox" on Thursday. Anyone think I might consider covering my nose with something while he is sanding out the mercury filings? I don't know the protocol that is used at an "alternative' dentist office.

Thanks SO much. Oh, swf.....runnnnnnn

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