Looking back
Through the pages of time
I never knew my destiny
The comfort I’d find in rhyme
Of all the things one can do
Writing poetry wasn’t me
Actually, I’d not a clue
Of what my future would be
And confidence
Never my strongest quality
But what I lack there of
Taught me of morality
Then one day
My life, shaken to its core
The answer I’d searched for ten years
Left me yearning so much more
For three years
Bleeding emotional pain
In poetry I found myself
Outward my inner voice came
An internal healing
First aid for the heart
Writing poetry became
For me a new form of art
And so I write
Of this, that and whatnot
Sometimes I even write
Of things I forgot
So where I’m supposed to be
Damned if I’ll ever know it
But one things for sure
Never dreamed I’d be a poet
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2014
- Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 26th, 2017 04:34
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 49
Comments9
A fine write - and surely many more, AP! Well, I think I started in about 1992, but only very occasional. I mostly began about 4 years ago.
Sometimes it takes a little time to settle into a new craft. But once you're comfortable in that seat you'll come into your own. Thanks for reading orchidee. ; )
Expressing in poetry is a wonderful outlet, I agree, and can be very healing to the soul. Well described, AP!
Thanks Louis. I appreciate your reading and comment. ; )
Ah - a wondrous way out of inner pain is the writing it down in all sorts of ways - so pleased you found poetry helps with your journey through life my friend. Keep that ink flowing.
Thanks Fay, yes that ink is flowing and I'm grateful for it. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Good for thought well done
Thanks for reading wlschuett. ; )
So now you're a poet
and we all know it
didn't see it coming
twas a bit of a glitch
but now your stuck with it
aint life a bitch?
Nice one my friend
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. ; )
Thanks dusk. Appreciate your reading and commenting.
This is a beautiful poem. Poetry is such a wonderful outlet. Glad you are a poet now!
Thanks Christina for reading and your compliment.
I consider a poet everyone that writes poetry. I consider myself one and you are for sure a poet. I admire your writings and like very much to read you. Nice work
I would have to agree with you on that. To say I'm honored is an understatement. Thank you malu for such kind words. I enjoy reading you as well. ; )
Same here. Something clogged in my chest, I need to let it out, and here it comes, write it out. Writing, like a faithful lover, will never betray you.
Not only you are a poet now, but a brilliant one.
Big hug from me.
Well thank you m&m. Your kind words are well received. ; )
Good write and probable very true for many of us, certainly true for me. It was a picture that my artist daughter was creating that made me out my first words onto paper many years ago and since that day the words seem to be never ending.
Have you posted that first poem and your daughters picture that inspired it? I'd love to read and see it as I'm certain others would too. Thanks for your reading and comment Goldfinch.
Not on this site, but I may do some time.
I'll be looking for it. ; )
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