Happy World Poetry day

Wednesday 21st March 2018 was World Poetry Day.  Sorry you didn’t hear a peep from me.  I’m here now to share a poem!

READ MY TEARS

I’d like to share the first poem I wrote 10 years ago.  In the months prior to writing this poem, my dad told me on numerous occasions that I was a writer and that I should write.  I had never written. Initially I was offended.  Yes, I was a storyteller, I loved to recount stories of my day and mimic everyone I encountered.  I loved being amusing and making people laugh.  I interpreted my dad’s recommendation that I should write my stories down as his way of saying that he didn’t want to hear me anymore.  Far from it, not only did my dad want to read my stories but he wanted others to read them too.

My dad and my mum have been great supporters in what I do!

In 2008 I finally sat down to write and in one week I wrote 6 poems. ‘Read my Tears’ was the first.  I wrote it at a time when I was very sad, a period where I was crying secretly at night and I couldn’t explain to anyone what was wrong with me.  I remember wishing that people would just ‘Read my Tears’ and know what was wrong.  Maybe I was depressed.

I wrote this poem 6 months before having my huge mental breakdown.

Read my Tears

Read my desperate tears of sorrow as they silently fall from the emptying well behind red, swollen eyes.

See my words bound in my throat as they lose its struggle to break free and form comprehensible noise.

Hear the anguish of my heart as it cries and beats its deathly, mournful song through my body.

Know my pain as if your own and carry it from me.

 

Lost and empty, I stand still, each moment nearing towards the edge.

Too weak to fall; to strong to throw myself down.

I have nothing, stripped of all things dear, and reduced to the core.

But there you will find me.

And my defiant soul will sing and my robust spirit will dance with joy as I boldly hold onto you.