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EXPRESS YOURSELF
maggie and milly and molly and me
Poetry helps me express my inner outsider
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone
from “maggie and milly and molly and may” by e.e. cummings
The other day, I wrote a poem (a very mediocre, and maybe even bad poem) for the first time in a long time. But all at once, I had a good feeling inside me that I didn’t have when I started writing. The way my brain feels writing a poem is something like a bird diving for fish in the ocean. I am the bird and the fish at the same time. Things swim under the surface to be caught and it feels exciting to catch them.
Writing the poem, I cried. I am not a big crier, but I also wasn’t surprised that that felt good, too. If you are a person who loves poetry, you know the strange feeling that it touches inside you — a secret whispered that tickles your knowing beyond the words on the paper.
In writing (or reading) a poem, I ask myself questions and listen for all the answers. And because I am a busy person and because I am a person who loves to be silly and because I am a person who does not want to make a fuss about myself, I didn’t know I’d been “holding it together” for a long…
