The book pages are bare, saying nothing, and everything dark
Lurks like a demon staring at you behind a mirror
Invisible but there watching and waiting
If you fill the pages, it shows you care, and hurts to the touch
If you use your imagination and reflect
You cannot easily forget
You cannot make excuses once its on the pages
Getting words out takes strength
And Courage
And Vulnerability
And Honesty
And Scary truths
From your shadow self
And Happy truths
From your light
There's more light than you realize
If you write it, you have to acknowledge it
Whatever *it* is
What if someone sees you for you?
And judges you good or bad or crazy or sad?
It’s easy to hide behind empty pages but
Courage writes from your hands and releases the demons on the pages
Write that shit, say your piece, get it out and set yourself free
The truth doesn’t have to be scary
The truth just is
- Author: AmIAPoet-QuestionMark ( Offline)
- Published: September 8th, 2024 09:57
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I love your username or moniker, since it reminds me of when I first began publishing online what few else had ever seen, even in my private circle, my question being along the same line, wanting to know whether what I'd been scribbling for years was actually classified as...poetry. I subscribed to a passel of journals touting themselves as hallmarks of the genre to familiarize myself with what the rest of academia defined as poetry, as opposed to all my textbooks. It was a learning experience and an eye-opener. Meeting other poets and poetesses is how I both ended up here, among other sites, and also with my username.
That aside finished, this is a lovely expose reflecting the inner turmoil of the writer. Excellently poignant with great details. Thank you for sharing. I like it.
Hi Cheeky Missy, thanks for the feedback! When I was in school I was taught (or picked up) that poetry was a certain thing where rhyme was important and that was all. I was not good at what high school taught me poetry was, and so I never really got started or had interest in trying. About a year and a half ago, however, to process relationship and life issues, and to self heal, I just started writing. I shared some of it with a good friend who introduced me to Charles Bukowski (she said I wrote similar to him). So I picked up a few of his books and started reading and liked it. So I decided to come here, share some of what I've written, and see what happens. It means a lot to get feedback like this, so thank you deeply!
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