This week, my creative writing group, The Procrastinators, work with the prompt ‘headless’. I came up with it on a whim, and then thought, that actually, losing your head every once in a while, might be a liberating experience. And also much needed. So much so, that it perhaps should be a regular past time… Especially for overthinkers like me.
I lost my head in a ruthless act of self defence
and felt the benefits immediately. My world
turned dark and upside down in beauty and in
quiet. No more thoughts of ‘am I good enough?’
No more limbo in a state of aches and pains,
profoundly analysing the already overanalysed.
I’m falling headless over heels in love with
what is and who I am, albeit slightly shorter.
The sheer size of my I begins and ends just
where it should, in me, unhurt, and striding
blindly. One day, when I’m ready, I might invite
my head back, with new terms and conditions.