i’ll do what i can / to drown out the / negatives with the / positives, // to be able to write / these poems again / (i’ve missed you)

i.

and things became better

and things became worse

and things became better

and things became worse

and i didn’t write at all

for what seemed like months, like years,

until someone told me to fill my sponge

with so much positivity

that it drowned out the negatives

and i could write

(as much as i used to,)

(as often as i could)