The words came early to me. I wrote my first verses before I was ten, but it didn’t occur to me to save them until I was in fourth grade or 9 years old. I started like most wannabe poets, making sure the verses rhymed and make sense. They were never short blurbs, and it was more important for me to achieve the appearance of seeming poetry rather than expressing what I felt within in words.
As I grew older, I became more relaxed with the words and the phrasing. I even let my punctuations loose and just wrote as the words came.
My love affair with words has been a life long journey.
The uncanny thing was that the words stopped coming when I embarked on what I thought was the most important journey of my life: starting a family of my own. For more than a decade, my voice was muted. Perhaps it was a reflection of how the real me disappeared inside the shell of what I became in that new life. So I guess it followed that when I rediscovered the person I had been underneath what I had been molded to be, the words came.
Even if I only managed one piece last year, the fact the the words and my feelings so easily came together again reassured me my voice was intact within.
I’m writing about this journey in verse again because I’ve taken to writing new poems once more. A friend chided me when I shared what is, joyous news for me, teasing me, do I start with “Roses are red..”‘. (No, I don’t.. lol).
The fact that I am able to finish a piece, no matter how short, is a personal feat that brings a smile to my face. It brings peace to my heart. I find it reassuring because my literary hand is steady again, writing freely. My voice has awakened, and it is speaking to my heart.
I’m still not quite comfortable calling my work poetry. I call them verses. And I hope the words keep coming. I am at that point in my life when a decade long silence is no longer on the horizon. I write or I don’t. The fact that I am writing again, I guess, means that I will be churning out more in the days to come. That one there, is a thought that gives me fulfillment, reassuring me I’m in a very good place.