When I was a boy,
I wrote.
When I was a man,
I lived.
And yet for some reason
The life that was being
Lived felt empty.
And the life being wrote felt full.
And so like the sea turtle
Returning to the beach
From which it was birthed,
I swim home and surface;
Wiser and willing to be a boy.
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Author:
John Gover (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was a poem inspired by my return to literature. It was extremely humbling to create this as an ode to my younger years where I feel as though I was, in fact, wiser.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Great write. We all return to the place of beginning one way or another, even if not to stay I guess.
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Thank you. Since I started publishing my work I've been so inspired.
Weird how writing does that, as well a the chances of putting yourself/work out there.
Good write. Writing can be so pwerful within each of us and should not be abandoned.
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