Writing poetry thread

Thankyou so much @Former-Member it's lovely to read your feedback.

That is a great question too. In some ways I guess it's like looking back on a distant, stranger. I can see & vaguely remember the pain I was going through. I love how much I've grown.

In another way, it's like I wrote these only yesterday! And I feel closer to that distant stranger than I ever have.

(It's also embarrassing/shameful to look back on, & then share on here! Maybe, like seeing old photos of yourself, that you wish you could hide. I don't know, some parts impressed me, like I had assumed my past self was all messed up & confused, but I can see I had some great insight at twenty something, even if I was extremely confused. I guess I have maybe been enlightened, that my past self deserves more credit than I have been giving them!)

Thankyou for your comments & question @Former-Member this is really cool for me xx

I like that you said it resonated with you. It's good, occasionally to remember who we are, where we came from. Is this what you meant?

I have blocked most of past out. I don't need to relive pain. Possibly, consequently my brain is extremely "now" focused. I have trouble thinking about yesterday, or 5 mins ago. I rarely think of my past.

I think this might have been good for me, to find these today.

Thankyou xx

It sounds like it's been a really positive experience to find the poetry and reconnect with parts of it @maddison ❤️ Thank you so much for sharing how you've been feeling about it too

(When I'm blue about poverty holding me back and peoples narrow opinions on poor people I re-read this)

In Hungry Desperation

A plight of despair I'm in feeling like I never win,

though gamble, I do not,

I do seem to lose a lot!

Hunger dose burn a deep hole,

'the way of life' so I'm told, but surrender to such a fate, I cannot!

My determination is all I've got.

EjR 2015

Being a peasant,

Used to be pleasant,

Because nobody cared about you.

Now they all stare,

And suddenly care,

Because now you know more than they do.

There's a person within me

Fighting to get out

He's kind and loyal

He doesn't know when to quit

And he's so full of love

So much love for this world

So much love for everyone in it

And he loves fearlessly

Because to do any less is impossible

He sees the best in everything

Colours and smells

Textures and sounds

Even with all his love

He cannot fully communicate

The beauty in this world

He is vast

And he is deep

An ocean of love

An endless well

For love never diminishes

Like energy

It simply changes form

When I am lost in pain

He sings my name

To call me home

To love

And I remember

I pray his song never ends

I pray I will listen for it

Beneath the howling winds

When it is dark

And the night consumes me

Love is freedom