Rod E. Kok
October 9, 2014
I never thought
to write again,
after self-doubt
and a loathing
for my words
infected me.
Knife wounds left
me scarred,
negativity to my craft
left me adrift
on a sea of questions.
But I healed.
The bleeding was stopped
by a true passion
for that creative sequence
of thoughts which leads to
poetry.
I healed.
I became strong.
I no longer feel
a need
to justify my work.
I write because.
Just because.
And I can relate to this! This poem describes how insecure and self-critical I was towards all of my creative endeavors as a younger person. And it's sad. It took the joy out of being an artist, and I abandoned it. But I'm coming back and it feels much more light and joyful. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy you're coming back! There can never be enough words to share. Keep strong, fellow poet. Keep strong!!
DeleteThis is a very moving love story---you and your words are healed and are in their natural habitat once more. ^_^ Good writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you so very much! It feels so good to be writing on a consistent basis again!
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