Economic Poe to Try

To hold space is only a confusing square box to some. Some desperately feel that society has to hold space for them. There’s many whys and many stories many traumas. All those things tell is how that person got sick. None of those stories describe the space made for them. And there is a space for that. It’s called a psych ward or jail or a compassionate friend or family member. If none of those spaces hold a spot for you there’s a real choice and that’s recovery or death. No one wants to know what space death holds for you if you chose not to recover. It would be the space you chose for yourself because the world wasn’t good enough for you. A space made just for disabled hero sandwiches such as yourself made of shadow and flame. But if you choose to recover and have the courage to get well life always has space for people willing to be a human being, because a hero is just a monster who wanted to torment the world for not being good enough to hold how awesome they are. My space has been made clear for me on Facebook. It’s a place of economic choice with no room for politics. Courtesy, love and consideration is the currency here. People who share my vision made sure of that with me. It’s a beautiful life I think and find. And someone let me borrow their van to go to the library. And I did and wrote this because I held room to be an adult by keeping my word. Being an adult is like holding space. My contribution to poetry thought is even though I had a good poem in me I used my immediate experience with my environment that added all the undercurrent thoughts in my will as I wrote it. That's the part of poetry that Sylvia Plath was missing because for me poetry isn't living on air. It's living on enriching willful experience.