OK, so here’s the thing. I’ve never liked poetry. Well, certain poems I read growing up I quite liked. And I enjoyed studying Shakespeare’s sonnets when I was a young student. But I’ve always found poetry a bit baffling, and a bit inaccessible. I know it isn’t just for people with a PhD in English Literature, and that it has been enjoyed by many different groups of people across the ages. But the number of times I’ve got part way through a poem and thought: Erm, yeah I really have no clue what this is about… Well, it’s just sort of made me into a bit of a poetry hater I guess.
But oddly, I’ve found myself putting pen to paper just lately to express something that I’m going through or feeling. It feels like a release – like a counselling session, but the therapist is the pen and paper. And it can be whatever you want it to be. You don’t need to judge what you write, but rather just appreciate it for what it is, and the opportunity it has given you to express something of yourself.
So this random situation where I start writing a poem without really meaning to happened again the other evening, and I wanted to share it with you here. I’m cringing as I write this part of the blog post, because of all my fears around being judged or not being good enough. But if I really mean it when I say that it doesn’t have to be judged as either good or bad, and if I really want to encourage others to put pen to paper, then I have to be willing to share my poems with you.
So here we go. Tighten your seatbelt and enjoy the ride!
This prison of mine has no walls
I am free to escape at any time
Maybe that’s why it’s taken me so long?
This place looks friendly enough
There are many home comforts
And people whom I love very much
But a prison it most certainly is
Trapped in a place where I can’t move freely
Afraid to take a wrong step
I just want to feel safe and loved
I just want for my fellow inmates to be happy
How can I just walk away?
How can I leave them all behind?
Perhaps it’s nor for me to show them how to step from the darkness into the light
Perhaps this is a journey we each need to make
As scared as I am, and as safe as it feels to stay here
I have glimpsed freedom
A life lived wholeheartedly
I cannot turn my back on it now
I was always free
It was me who held the key to emancipation
Slowly but surely, I will step away from the family-ar and into the light
I get the feeling love is waiting for me there
I would say that I hope you like it, but I can’t say that. What I will say is that I hope it means something to some of you, and/or that it encourages you to become a poet too. We all have the potential to be poets. If we know how to read and write and hold a pen, then we’re just as qualified as the next person. So next time you’re bored on your lunch break, give it a go and see what happens. You may hate it, find it boring or feel a bit silly. Or you may discover something about yourself you never knew before.
Bye for now fellow human beings x