New Beginnings

The next collection of poetry is well in the works. Here is a teaser of what is to come…

I questioned what others would say
Would think
Would they roll their eyes,
 and think me more of a fool
  than I called myself
When they realised
 I still wrote of the star 
  Though I took my bow
   I said my goodbyes
    My thank you’s
     Exit, pursued by hurt
Would they think me ridiculous
 Would they think me depressive
I write of healing
 Yet I pick at the wound
  For the blood to ink my pen

Well
  Sometimes
   Stories need to be written over and over
    And saying goodbye is just one part
I still have remnants
  And these remnants still hurt
   So that is why I must write
    And that is how I will continue to heal
     I once said
      And this is doing

Who is anyone to tell me how to write
  What to feel
I should feel what I feel
  Without shame
   Without wondering what others may whisper
Feel what I feel
  And not feel what I think others think I should feel
 
Sometimes I feel it
  Like little hammers on my heart
   My eye lids
Remembering the time
  I’ve spent not remembering you
Realising how further you seem
  Or how far you really were
How faded even the hope of us is now
 
Every time
  That she is there
   In the fore of my eyes
Every time I feel 
  the ebb of hurt
And memories
  with the tint of ideal
   I will turn it into lines of poetry
I will put words as best I can 
  To the music 
   out of tune in my head
I’ll always have lines to write
 But 
 This way
  at least 
   the hurt is worthwhile