Writing from pain; poetry therapy

I found written in a drawing pad...I know I wrote these things during despair over chronic pain. The first one should sing like a blues melody. Imagine Otis Reading.

Blue- sometimes I get so bored and blue
Blue- sometimes I get so bored and blue
I can't see the light of day
I lie lie lie lie
lie in my bed all day (insert blues harmonica here)

The sun, the sun in my window shines so bright
The sun, the sun in my window shines so bright
But my mind is so weary
It might as well be night
(insert blues harmonica)

Children- I see many children run down the street
Children- I see many children run down the street
But it's been such a long long time
since I could move these heavy feet.

2. This was on my next page.

There are days
when I don't
take the time
to look up.

I miss so much
I can't walk
I can't see.
What's come over me?

Another bright day
in beautiful May
and I've thrown it away.

I don't do the things I love to do
I don't love the things I do
My daddy's emptiness is now in me

Here it goes again,
turning in on itself like a snake
over and over again
I can't just let it fall away

I know the dead just shake their heads at me
They would give anything anything anything
to have back what I am throwing away.

3. The last poem is from Rumi, and where I would like to be.

http://allpoetry.com/8534703

 

Expresses the darkness...
And longing for light...

And then, that Rumi poem!
A perfect tie-in.

One way in which writing poetry (as opposed to say a narrative) helps me is that I don't feel the need to explain. The nonlinearity innate to poetry invites more. I'd say that's been true for me in journaling too, though it is a combo of linear, nonlinear, & doodles.

Thanks @riv44...