Between the Lines

Patti RussoM.S., CPT Certified Poetry Therapist
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Poem for June 2018

"Poetry, like bread, is for everyone."
          -- Roque Dalton
The Paradox

When I am inside writing,
all I can think about is how I should be outside living.

When I am outside living,
all I can do is notice all there is to write about.

When I read about love, I think I should be out loving.
When I love, I think I need to read more.

I am stumbling in pursuit of grace,
I hunt patience with a vengeance.

On the mornings when my brother’s tired muscles
held to the pillow, my father used to tell him,

For every moment you aren’t playing basketball,
someone else is on the court practicing.

I spend most of my time wondering
if I should be somewhere else.

So I have learned to shape the words thank you
with my first breath each morning, my last breath every night.

When the last breath comes, at least I will know I was thankful
for all the places I was so sure I was not supposed to be.

All those places I made it to,
all the loves I held, all the words I wrote.

And even if it is just for one moment,
I will be exactly where I am supposed to be.

Sarah Kay

Writing prompt: Think about a time when you were in one place, but felt like you should be, or wanted to be, somewhere else.  

Begin a piece with: "I spend most of my time wondering if I should be somewhere else..." Or use another line that struck you and start from there.