Trigger warning. (Suicide, self harm. )
**If you are in crisis or think you might be, PLEASE call or text 988. Or chat at 988lifeline.org.
After a while,
we get tired of telling
the same story,
the one where we
are interstitial animals
separated by a hand
that decides we are
made to be poor and alone.
And while, yes, creating
means some solitary
confinement, we do want
people to hear us, to see us,
value us the way CEOs,
investment bankers, doctors
and lawyers are graciously
bestowed a livable wage.
But since case law does
not stand behind us, we
keep telling those horrible
tales, the one where artists
cut off their ears simply to
stop the noise, or a writer
swallows a bullet, pulling
the trigger on anything
more they might ever
have written. It is time to
tell a new story, one where
we build our own plotlines,
and unarmed characters
win against antagonists. We
can revise the denouement,
the way the book turns out.
We can illustrate how justice
ought to be. How we ought to be.
Our lives are not on auction.
No one gets a discount.
Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright June 11, 2024, all rights reserved
Author's Note: The original version of this poem draft appeared here. This past weekend, I brought the draft to a workshop to see how I might distill the original rant and ramble. I received some great feedback, during which we had a discussion about how my longer drafts come to be. I'm still not entirely happy with v2, but it's better. I may or may not pursue another revision. At this point, it's more a creative exercise, but we'll see where it leads.
Please note, I am not experiencing a mental health crisis. But many creatives are, and many have been marginalized. Having been in that state too many times, I empathize.
Posted in Katherine's Coffeehouse, Poetically Speaking