Introduction of myself
Introducing myself is tricky,
Trying to find the right words,
To avoid sounding up myself,
Maybe I am a poet, perhaps not,
Maybe I am a writer, probably bored.
Writing came to me,
When I was at my darkest place,
I never expected to be a writer,
Even in my most wildest dreams,
It has helped me to heal,
Wounds which I never thought,
Were even treatable.
It came suddenly and unexpectedly,
Guess I am a writer of poetry,
My perceptions of a poet,
Thanks to William Shakespeare,
Is those funny people,
Wearing tight clothes,
Speaking in some funny language,
Acting on stage and talking to skulls.
Rumours were heard,
That a poet needed to cut of,
The thing that makes me a man,
My thoughts on poets,
Were really inaccurate, such a relief,
Misinformation, probably obtained,
By watching some television show,
Leading me to believe,
Being a poet was a strange thing.
As I continued to write down,
All the thoughts in my mind,
Learning everything I could,
Into this new strange world,
I can’t expressed my relief,
When I found out my views on poets,
Were totally wrong,
Embracing my new passion,
Enjoying the experiences,
Belonging, finally in a place,
I feel I am with others,
Similar to me.
Wow! Great introduction 🙂
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Thanks for the feedback. It is actually going to be in the book
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Writing can be therapeutic. Have been super busy and sick, so hence not visiting as much.
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Hope your feeling better
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Thanks.
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This is beautiful, witty and passionate. What a great unexpected calling that of writing ones thoughts into prose and verses. Muses that cry out the power of beauty to heal and love. Very well done!
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Thank you so much. It was been wonderful
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As a veteran teacher forced out of her much loved instructional assignment by the insanity of test-score reformers, I was painfully feeling the loss of my “voice.” So, one day, I sat down to write. As you so beautifully articulate this moment, my writing came to me “when I was in my darkest place.” And it has sustained me in that darkness. ciedieaech.wordpress.com
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Nice to meet you. Writing does indeed heal, and like you say, “voice”. It allows us to be heard and express ourselves. In turn, knowing ourselves
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This is exactly how it worked out. I was so very unhappy, and made myself try to write a book about losing my job, and about the mess our country now has with public education — and then, along the path of my writing, I began to “know myself!” 🙂
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Its the unexpected things in life which plays out the most beautiful
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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