Monthly Archives: March 2017

Another poem… (I know, who’d have thought it?!)

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!

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The Escape

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

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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

Mountain of fears

Hello lovely readers and fellow human beings! How’s your day going so far?

I was just flipping through an old notebook and found the following poem. I don’t often (if ever) write poetry, but in the last few years I have found myself spontaneously putting pen to paper in an attempt to express something about myself or the emotions I’m feeling at the time. As far as this poem goes, I’m still stood on the mountain of fear, but I have taken my first brave few steps towards the valley below.

Mountain of fear

I’m stood on a mountain

All on my own

I’m scared of my shadow

I’m scared I might fall

Who will be there, to catch me when I stumble?

And yet the view is magnificent from up here

I see new places for me to explore

I see sunshine and happiness and love

I see beautiful rich colours

If the mountain is my fears, the valley below is my dreams

Step by step I will descend into joy

Not prize-winning by any means! But still, I quite like it. I remember not really being in control of the words that came out. They just sort of poured out of their own accord. I like this, because it reminds me that there is such a thing as a subconscious mind to be listened to and respected. Our subconscious can teach us a lot about who we are and what we want for ourselves. If we don’t take the time to listen, we might find ourselves feeling very lost indeed. So give it a go. Just take a blank piece of paper and a pen and see what appears on the page. Don’t be afraid of what you might write, and don’t judge yourself for it. It is what it is, and you are who you are. And there ain’t nothing wrong with that!

Peace out! x