I have always known that I wanted to be a writer, it was something that I could feel right through to the core of my bones. It was all I could think of but I completely underestimated myself thinking that I did not have the ability and therefore NEVER tried it..... until about 3 years ago. My first written 'poem' was 'State of Mind'. Writing has now become a part of who and what I am and when I write I feel whole again.
Once....I sat at my desk and stared out of the window into the empty distance, the emptiness just stared right back at me when I suddenly noticed a tiny speck of dust in the distance. This was a wonderful reminder to me that in a distance which at first seems empty there is, after all, SOMETHING. The poems I write are my specks of dust found every now and again...
As I gaze at the streets of my home town
I see a sad glimpse of what used to be,
But also a joyful glimpse of what can be
Diversity optimistically intertwined
...
If I just stopped to smell the roses,
I would see that this world,
is still a beautiful place.
The turmoil inside this world,
...
Since I was there
Nothing seems to make sense in my mind
Why do I feel this way
Why has this caused so much confusion
...
This dark day has dawned upon me
My heart's reaction remains a mystery
The secret of this turmoil still untold
During which I become dreary and old
...