Over the past several days, I’ve been posting some very emotional poetry. Even though I do not feel that it is necessary to come here and explain a few things, I will…just because…just to make things clear.
Poets not only smile, dance, and explore the world on the page. We also cry, bleed, heal, and process on the page. So, when you see poetry of the nature I’ve been posting lately it isn’t that I am looking for pity, or feeling like the world has ended. It simply means that I am hurting, and that poetry is a good way for me to allow the pain to wash through me. Notice that I am only speaking for myself here. There may be others who use poems like these to try to garner attention or as cries for help. Mine are simply me, expressing what is in my heart and sharing all of that with whoever may read it, for a few reasons.
First and foremost…umm…I’m a poet and I love to write and read all sorts of poetry. Secondly, I’ve always believed that words are powerful tools for healing and understanding. Not to mention that painting pictures with words is a fantastic alternative way to share our vision of the world and ourselves.
I truly appreciate and welcome all of the support which I’ve received from those of you who have reached out. Please do not take this post as me asking any of you to back off or leave me alone. I just want anyone who may be wondering to know that I am way more resilient than to allow a broken heart to make me wave the white flag on life. I will get through this, and I want to thank the dear people who have been so lovely and supportive. It just takes time. While I cannot promise that there won’t be any more of this heart wrenching material appearing here in the coming days or weeks, just know that I will be fine, and if I’m not…those of you who love and care about me will be the first to know.
I’ve enjoyed sharing a little bit more about what beats in the heart of this poet. Hope that for those of you who do not wax poetic yourselves, that this post has given you some insight as to how deeply poetry pervades the lives of those of us who imbibe.
Lots of love,