So I opened my file today...

And wrote.

Well, a paragraph. Does that count? It's been the first time I've written anything since November 25th. I really want to finish, I'm starting to really like my characters... but I don't want to actually put in the work to write.

This is why I enjoy poetry. I can spend anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours writing and I have a completed piece at the end of it.

Maybe I should have tried a short story before I dove into novels.

But I do have a poem for you. I've been reluctant to post it because some people tend to read into my poetry. I suffer from an overactive imagination, so if I write about things that are depressing - it doesn't mean I'm depressed. If I write about relationship problems, it doesn't mean I'm currently experiencing any.

Although, to be completely honest, poems about relationship problems are probably inspired by past relationships. I may set them in the present, if only because the present provides a clearer setting. It's not always easy to remember details of the past even if I can recall the emotions.

So, with that said, here's a poem.

Silence

Silence stretches things

Makes them taut – like a rubber band

Frayed edges cause the band to break if stretched too thin

Silence stretches us

Each stretch stresses the edges,

Little tears that disappear once

a word, or

a touch, or

a kiss – mouth moving softly on lips, neck, collarbone…

Snaps it, snaps us, back to normal

And you can’t see the rip – so small

Tiny, really

Until silence stretches us again

And little tears grow wider

Silence is deadly

-Rodgers, 2012