In second grade I thought I was going to grow up to become a librarian. In fourth grade I saw a documentary about a cave diving marine biologist and decided I’d become a scientist, a dream that lasted until my senior year in high school when I realized I didn’t in fact like studying biology at all. Never through all those years did I think I’d grow up to be a poet. It’s a passion I fell into through taking a chance, one that took coaxing to start, but one I will never regret.
I’ve written a lot about heartbreak lately, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Poetry is the outlet that lets me heal, my real true love. No matter where my heart drifts or cracks, it will always have a home in words. Thank you for listening and letting me sing.
2 thoughts on “Self”
One of the reasons you are a poet, and a good one in my brief experience of your writing, is that you are insightful. This poem exemplifies that, with a vengeance! It is also a journey, it is going somewhere and it surprised me.
In the four years I’ve been blogging and writing, albeit with less time for production this year, I’ve read a lot of poetry written by other bloggers, some of it good, some of it ordinary, some of it pedestrian, some of it downright trite! It is refreshing to read someone who has insight. It is perhaps that until we are able to look inwards, we are not able to look outwards with honesty and integrity. You have these two qualities in abundance. The world is your oyster, girl.
Thank you! I like that word, insight. I never thought about it that way. I’m honored you enjoyed this poem and appreciate you taking the time to tell me your reaction. Means a great deal. Cheers!