Been writing loads of poetry lately. It’s really therapeutic when you’re feeling shit to reflect on how far you’ve come but also to get out the jumble in your head.
The good thing about poetry is it doesn’t need to make sense, to the writer or the reader.
I’m thinking of setting up a separate blog for my ramblings in rhyme. I keep meaning to finish what I started and complete that bloody novel, but the creative process is weird and sometimes it floors you with other stuff.
Here’s my latest little bit of deep poetic lustre which is probably waaaaay too corny for a Mum page, but that’s me innit. Licensed to induce a cringe.
Only once broken did I learn to fix.
Not repair or paper over the cracks.
Broken bits aren’t a barrel of laughs
I don’t randomly pull them from my box of tricks.
Only once suicidal did I learn to love life
I tried to end it once but failed
Oh hang on maybe it was twice,
Even three or four times.
My eyes were open but I couldn’t see
My faculties were fine they said
But they didn’t know me.
Only once loved did I learn how to love back.
There were many times I thought it was
But now I realise that wasn’t love
Love is never that black.
Only when drowning did I learn to swim.
The water was freezing and I felt paralysed
But I was breathing.
I just had to move around and suck air from within.
Only once ready did I start over
Sometimes that’s yesterday
Sometimes it’s tomorrow
It doesn’t matter when
It matters what
Especially now I am older
Only once I gave could I fully receive
And what a feeling it is
What a lovely life I lead.