When I Became A Writer

When he left,

I sat for some time and

drifted in the verves,

the sensations that swam in

my mind. Sorrow shaded the light,

rage became my life as uncertainty

shadowed my soul- but

right when the sun of reason

begun to set, I poured the

waters of my distress onto

blank, empty pages, upon

the food-stained papers that

littered my floor, as abandoned

and lonely as I was.

 

The beats of my heart

Became words, the song of myself

was written line after line,

my hand and the pen like

The sun and the moon, rising

Eternally over time.

In his absence,

when he left,

I found a companion in my

Thoughts and I became the

voice of my inner words,

breaking their branches and

smiling at the dryness of

the wood, the match of my pen

lit them on fire, and under the

passion of the flames

I wrote.

 

I gave my writing to

my father who pursed his

lips and narrowed his brows,

before telling me to

spend my life doing that

of which would bring me

wealth,

paper,

a name;

success.

 

So, I redefined my understanding

of success, choosing to measure it

by the warmth of my free passion’s fire

as it soothed my flesh and kissed my skin

with the light of rays that broke free from

the cell of shade to become my fire within.

Reviews

[John Stussy]

This poem's magnificent. Writing is an art that people learn on the brink of insanity, and it helps a hell of a lot more than any prescribed therapies. Excellent documentation of the origins of the words flowing forth.

[Rossen]

The fire within you, has warmed me too..
Rossen

[Hello, Goodbye]

Its a great poetic expression..

[Marie Harrison]

This is beautiful to me. Glad you made something wonderful out of a bad situation. Lovely.

[Sydney Evans]

this beautiful, it flows very well. (:

[Karli]

beautifully written, amazing emotion spilling through this.

[reminder]

Beautiful and story-like. I like the chronological expression of the development of poetic creation. Well done!

[James Paulin]

Independence is often a product of tragic events. I like the presentation of this theme, the composition and format of the poem. Well done.

[Alex Zynder]

its hard to believe you've only been writing for months, but then again, i think most of writing is having the courage to do it. i see a lot of courage here.

[Markymark]

Different, but I really enjoyed the poem. Your use of shadow, shading, hues and metaphors for light and all the variations of partial light rally gives this piece a kinda-sorta theme while telling a story at the same time. Very flowy, not too wordy, and with a point.

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