Tuesday, October 13, 2020

OctPoWriMo, Day 13

It's a lovely day today here in the Blue Ridge Mountains, so outdoor time is in order this afternoon. I can't believe it's already Day 13; I've gone from finding this exercise in writing poetry really difficult the first few days to rather enjoying it now. I still think my poetry's crap, though. 🤷‍♀️ That's okay; not all art has to be good art, amirite?

Today's prompts: What kind of box holds you? Is it one of your own making, or did others trap you there? What will it take to break free? If you've already broken free, what helped you do so? The boxes that hold us can be many things: work, gender, clothing, sexuality, family, religion, etc. Boxes can be so comfortable that coming out is terrifying and even painful sometimes. But the freedom is usually worth it.

Word Prompts: Chains, Freedom, Breakthrough, Open mind, Flight 

Suggested Poetry Type: Pantoum, Oddquain (I went with an oddquain butterfly, and while I didn't plan to write about butterflies (I mean, really - a smidge on-the-nose, doncha think?), I went with it anyway.

Crypt or Chrysalis?

Cannot move,
Quicksand holds me tight,
Mired in the mud and heartbreak,
Does escape mean forgetting?
Does the butterfly


  1. Beautifully written.
    My anxiety has a tendency to consume me.

    1. Thank you. And I can most definitely relate. 🧡