To Write, To Write, Perchance to Live

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So... I can write again. I'm not sure of where my limit is yet, but it's been years since I've been able to write this comfortably. Though now I am feeling some pain, actually, but it's not tendon pain... it's ulnar-bone pain, so maybe it will go away as that continues to heal. In any case, I wrote a poem tonight:

"Phoenix"

Dreams are sweeter when they
Arise [as] from the dead --
Startling beauty and faith both
Into ecstacied life.

Like waves that fall then rise,
Without going away there is no
Coming back. Without losing all,
Having it is only sallow, lackluster.

To watch a dream die,
To feel all hope swallowed [in you],
Digested in the soul's stomach --
An ulcer that aches in flame.

Out of the ashes, it rises again.
For all dreams are phoenixes;
All must suffer death before
Being born again.

Now whether or not the poem is any good isn't the point. The point is that I was able to write it at all.