AUDIO: Seeking sanity in Soho

A brand new poem, perhaps a teaser as I unravel...

I'm currently on a stretch of canal, just past the border of Wales, ducks gathering around the bow of our boat, hungry for bread.

So reflecting on this moment last week, approaching midnight alone in Soho, walking the streets and trying to process an avalanche of feelings by inhaling London's anonymity (instead of ordering more wine, I feel… progress) feels out of place. But I wanted to share as writing this newsletter has thrown up a whole bunch of emotions I thought I'd left behind. I can't figure out if it's a good thing or not?!

I'm going to write more about this in Sunday's newsletter.

But for now there's the poem I wrote after that night, below and in the recording above (quite the babble, I was self conscious as the boat is small!) and I'd love to know…

What do you do when your grief throws unexpected or old emotions your way? Do you have a tried and tested series of coping mechanisms? Or do you just go with what feels right? Let me know in the comments! And please keep sharing and subscribing, I love having you on this journey! And here's the poem…

Everyone is talking about the weather 
When 
Last night I walked around Soho
until my feet began 
To bleed 

Why did I bury everything down
If it was only ever 
Going to climb back up? 

I was searching for smog to smoke 
That midnight numb
Pull strangers in 
Kiss their throats
With my lungs

I can 
Smother existence 
Turn love into a
Facebook memory 

It works, it works, it works.

Until.

It doesn't