We have had record snow here in Boston over the last month full of snow days and difficulties with transportation. I'll write more about the snow later, but for now I'll just say that it started out fun, but now it's getting rough. I'm ready for spring to come and the sun to warm up the world again. I recently finished this semester's fieldwork experience, which I did at a forensic mental health facility. It was an interesting experience. I should write more about that as well, but for now I just want to post a poem I wrote one day during my fieldwork. I should warn you that I don't know anything about writing poetry-I didn't use any specific techniques and it isn't very good. But I wrote what was in my heart. It was a very cold day in a depressing setting during a group that did not work out as planned (and ended up with upset clients and a stressful mood). But during a brief moment in the middle of the group, everyone was in the flow of working on their art projects and the sun shone through the window warming the room. And in that moment I wrote the following nameless poem.
The golden rays of sun
gently caress my face,
softening the edges of
the cold, hard, frozen ground
that is my heart.
The sun
travels
deeper
and my leaves,
my hands,
reach out,
stretching
to meet
the sun.
The sun-rays travel down
to my feet, my roots
slowly thaw, growing deeper,
and in my heart?
Hope blooms.
