I started writing poetry soon after my divorce
To ease the loneliness and feelings of remorse;
And to catalogue what I face every single day
As I build a new life and bury the past away!
Writing how I felt started to be therapeutic
Expressing myself in rhymes became automatic
Long lost emotions and forgotten remembrances
Surfaced once more when I wrote out sentences
Soon enough writing verses became a new hobby
And after a while I’ve become a poet wannabe!
If only I have the talent; for I got experiences
I can write beautiful poetry for all audiences
How I wish I have the convictions of Whitman
The wild imagination of Hans Christian Andersen,
The lyrical style of Shelley, Keats, Wordsworth…
If I were only able, their verses I’d bring forth!
Alas! I’d never be like the poets that I admire
Poetic lines I create, perhaps may not inspire
But, I write poetry to please myself primarily
To channel how I feel and be happy hopefully
Writing replaces talking to someone when alone
I bare myself to the world while I’m on my own
And when occasionally I create a thing of beauty
Well worth the effort, satisfaction a guarantee
So onward and forward; I’ll continue to write
I’d be composing verses deep into the night
I’d be slaying dragons, and saving a princess
Chasing all my demons while I pursue happiness
© Vic A Evora...