Was sick yesterday and watched a lot of crime shows when I wasn’t passed out. Between that and Halloween coming up this poem is the result…
Exhumed
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Day 239: Sensory Overload
Lots of news. Some of it good. Some of it heavy. Some of it personal. Some of it not even related to me. Lots of new experiences–some exciting and some not. It’s all happening at once because that’s just how life is sometimes and I am reminded of the phenomenon of sensory overload. You literally black out because there is too much information for the mind to process happening all at once. I’ve not blacked out and I’m not in bad shape, but I am definitely processing and adjusting. To clarify–that’s a good thing. Life is about new information and experience and change. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t all add up fast when it comes at you all at once.
Also, this is the first poem in the new poetry notebook! Not sure if I’m pleased with it but that’s part of the process too.
Sensory Overload
Day 139: My Monsters Make Me
Still feeling the poems from “The Dragons are Singing Tonight.”
Day 139: The Next Unsteady Step
The hardest part for me about being a professional creative is the period of time that follows the completion of a project. The world and work doesn’t care that I’m done. I do. I’m tired. But there’s the next phase of the process. Marketing, production, making sure everything is formatted and edited just so. And, of course, there’s a thousand other projects all screaming for my attention.
Today’s work though isn’t just for myself. Some dear friends are experiencing something similar. They’ve undergone an impressive journey and are now reaching the end. They’re entering the post-conclusion crash stage. You’re not alone, my friends.
I typed this one out after running out of space on my notebook’s page. It had to happen eventually. I’ll take it as a good problem to have, just like this post conclusion crash, because it means I did it.
The Next Unsteady Step
It comes as a surprise
When a project labored over for so long
Is finished
Complete
Done
Like the Abrupt Conclusion
To Stepping Off a Cliff
Is there a Next?
So Many Nexts.
But my mind is still reeling
From the journey that
Felt like a Fall
My spirit still flattened,
Pulling Free From
The Impact Crater.
The World is Still Spinning
And screaming
Behind my Head
For the Next Step
–Take It Already!
There’s No Time For Triumph.
The World Doesn’t Care
About Your Fatigue
Dismissive of Your Disorientation.
The Challenge Has Been
Issued
So I Issue Back One of My Own
And Take That Next
Unsteady Step
Remembering–and Grateful–
That I am Not Alone
The Everyday Poet 