This week, we’re featuring Diary of the Unpoet, a poignant exploration of inner dialogue and the push and pull of self-reflection. I hope it resonates with you as much as it did with me.
Table for 2.
Everyday I sit with myself.
We’ve had countless meals,
Pour after pour,
Juice water wine beer liquor.
More water, she says.
Sometimes I forget.
Hunger and thirst feel like emotions,
I can turn them off.
More water, she says.
I don’t know that voice anymore.
More water, she says
She also says
Yells
Begs
Take a bath, comb your hair, don’t bite your nails, make your bed, be kind to me, do your laundry, smile, don’t hold onto dread, just be.
Today it’s sunny outside.
I reach deep down inside of me,
Pull her out of my core—
I want her to stop talking.
She sits there across from me staring
As if she has never seen the world before.
What is it like to see trees or birds for the first time?
Music notes flying into Earth’s skyscrapers.
Thank you for setting me free, she sings.
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This poem really made me reflect on my own inner dialogues—the push and pull we all experience with ourselves, the voices we hear in moments of doubt, and the freedom we long for. It’s a reminder to embrace both the beauty and the struggle.
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Debra 𓂃🖊
3AM Writers Club
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