It better be the journey... Just saying...

Recently I have been practicing yoga. I realize writing is a lot like working out. The more effort I put in the more obvious the results. Maybe realization will spark action. Motivate me into doing something aside from thinking about a book idea. All of the poems I have been writing read like adolescent suicide letters. I suppose my rage is a bit immature. But I want my writing to clearly explain what I see and feel. I read Sexton. Sometimes I feel like she is reading my thoughts to me. She started late and was a special kind of crazy. So there is always hope.