Past, present and poetry

I'm not going to sugar-coat it: I've been putting off this post for a while. Purely because it required me to hook my camera up to my laptop and transfer some files, but I finally forced myself to do it. Here you can witness the mess that was my most recent poetry reading. I call it a mess because I was incredibly nervous about reading, more so than I ever have been. I'd already cancelled on the event once (but they rescheduled it anyway because of a flooding issue, giving me a second chance). I didn't read out all the poems I originally planned to, either, because I just wasn't ready.

When I say I've been using poetry as therapy, this is what I mean:

I apologise for the weird cut, the camera had to be changed at the beginning.