As I look back
Back across the years
I see myself
Faced with many fears
Day to day choices of youth
Trying to avoid emotional pain
Eventually ending up
Just hiding in the rain
The poet in me
Still searching for words
And somewhere inside
Is my confident voice for sure
To break out of that shell
The prison walls so daunting
To live a life so full
Escape my youthful haunting
Then one day
I found my voice
To put in words
Words of my own choice
Without poetic direction
I stumbled and crawled
As each piece was born
The voice inside had called
From me it beckons
Of passion in pain and love
Ramblings within my heart
All that I’m made of
I never knew there inside me
Was this gift so deep
But I know without a doubt
Certainly, it’s mine to keep
And now ten years later
I look back in retrospect
As I browse my heart’s pages
Quietly I now reflect
The journey is long
My voice is here to stay
And I thank God
For he has blessed me this way
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2011
- Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 30th, 2017 04:21
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this one in 2011, so it's really been 17 years since I began writing poetry.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 26
Comments8
Beautiful words. X
Thank you Doubletop for reading and your compliment.
It is wonderful you found the treasure deep inside you and let it shine.
Thanks m&m. But you know, sometimes I wonder if it is they who found me.
Great write, a similar thing happened to me, an artwork made me write words about it about nine years ago and I have never looked back.
That's the poet in you that decided it was time the two of you met. Thanks Andy, appreciate your reading and compliment.
Well written and expressed
Thanks Tony.
Welcome
My introduction to writing poetry was similar to yours, AP. The Muse broke through to me twelve years ago, and has inspired, co-written, and even occasionally composed, my work ever since. I, too, am very grateful for the blessing.
This tribute poem to the Muse is a fine one. Kudos!
Thank you Louis. I'm always amazed how the muse works with us.
This is a well written thoughtful poem, AP. It touches something I think every writer wonders about at least sometimes: Where do all these words come from? What makes us want to write? And as you say, it is a gift. A gift we should be thankful for.
These questions you mentioned Fred are a constant quest for me to try and answer with every write. And the gift, I honor that gift with every write.
This touches on a subject I'm starting to relate to. 'Words of my own choice'. That's what I like, the complete freedom of expression. Great poem.
Thanks for reading and your compliment Jeremy. I think you'll find that writing poetry is addictive. Once you've acknowledged your muse inside, it will keep you hungry to fill that need to write. Listen to your heart and you can't go wrong.
Let your light continue to shine. People need to hear your words!
Thank you WC. It's my muse. Put new batteries in the flashlight and no off switch. LOL.
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