I should preface this by stating that I am not a poet. This is part of a writing challenge from an earlier Blogging U called Rare Medium that I decided to try. The idea of the challenge is to stretch your writing abilities by writing in a format you’re not familiar with. The specific objective is to write about your typical day using this unfamiliar format.
So, I chose poetry.
Knit, Crochet and Knit.
No one ever seems to get it.
I am mentally unfit.
This is as exciting as it gets.
Agoraphobia is the pits;
A sufferance I do admit.
Bipolar disorder is a raw deal.
It’s topsy turvy how I feel.
A spinning infinite movie reel.
An EF5 twister with a twist of zeal.
This illness really doesn’t appeal.
To be this ill, you must have nerves of steel.
Facebook, Google+, Ello, WordPress and Fet.
This is as exciting as my social circle gets.
A plethora of books, movies and plants for pets;
Not much room for sadness or regrets.
The occasional trip to a therapist;
Feels like getting to terror’s gist.
Crochet, Knit, Crochet.
I’m hoping to get more exciting some day.
There’s more to me than yarn and plants;
More life and zeal than books and crafts.
A whole existence gently, inwardly wafts.
A fulfilling life my hard work may grant.