true grit...

What can I say about the poem I wrote yesterday,
that it took all day,
that it is different from any previous work,
and that it is gritty and dark,
with explicit sex and violence.

The main character directed it,
I envisioned Juliet but she turned into Lady Macbeth.
I allowed her to take control,
which caused extreme anxiety,
and total depletion of energy.

Yet it is my first completely creative piece of poetry.
So I take another leap and say I am proud of it.