In the past, I wrote poetry. I wrote in this form, because I could hide behind the rhyme. The meaning was always hidden. Anyone reading would have to interpret deeply in order to know what I was feeling.
When I was about thirteen, fourteen and fifteen, I hid in my room writing these coded verses...spilling my pain out in free-form stanzas. I cried in poetry. This was my world, and no one was invited.
Once again, I want to return there. Somehow the pain has to find its way through the fear and out into words. I long for the verses of my youth...telling the truth so frankly and completely to those who could break through the symbols.
I've never been a great lover of poetry, but when times are bad and I find it so diffcult to find the words, those verses can help to release the pain. Thinking of you
ReplyDeleteThank you. Once upon a time, those verses were my only way of expressing and releasing the pain.
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