Unveiling

Been going over some prose/general thoughts I had put down in the latter half of last year. At the time it felt like this diabolical and disastrous unravelling was going on in my life, although now it makes me cringe a little to think of how down I was about things. I wrote a few poems that my good friend published through her 'poetry of the day' list. It felt cathartic to get some of my emotions down on paper (and I was exclusively writing by hand, I found that it just wouldn't come if I sat and tried to type it).

Anyway, this is one of the less cringeworthy poems I wrote. Initially I had no plans to share this kind of writing of mine with anyone. I was embarrassed by how emotional I felt about the people I was writing about, and I suppose in some way I thought my ?thoughts ?ideas were a bit childish. However, I have found a lot of pleasure in writing again after a long long time, and while it may be awful, naive or amateurish, it's something I intend to keep working on purely as an outlet at the moment, maybe something more down the track. I am working up the courage to participate in one of the many open mic poetry slam gigs around Brisbane in the next few months, so making 'it' (even though it's just 1 poem for now) public is my start. And if you think it is shit, feel free to tell me. Feedback is feedback.

Cold shoulder

A depth of feeling that I cannot express

Used to be so eloquent with words

A virtual torrent of phrases

Fingers sore from the flow of consonants and vowels

Now my head swirls

A cesspool of letters

A torrent of words wanting to come out

But there is

no order

no reason

no sense

to be made of them

In my head I have had Oscar worthy speeches made

Booker Prize winning works on paper

But the few things expressed to you have been ignored

Now the growing wall of silence threatens to crush me forever.