Pity Parties can sometimes get your creative juices flowing, somewhere between feeling sorry for yourself and reflections on the past creativity is born as your soul pours itself onto paper. Written between selfish madness and thinking about the way forward.
Faded in discord;
Like the spine of a book newly released from its press
I remained unbowed, unbent, unbroken…..
Through each painful moment of my life,
I remained unbowed, unbent, unbroken….
With wounded spirit, on bended knees,
I remained, unbowed, unbent, unbroken….
© Etta D. Richards