| "True to myself" A while back I claimed I was done, never again would I write, Yet here I am with another one, For my eyes have seen the night. I started writing long ago, way back when I was a kid, It was the only way to go, This is what I did. Poetry is how I release my pain, writing helped to set it free, all the feelings that were in my brain, and the agony that is within me, I never felt my emotions were unique, Or that my pain was somehow more immense, and my tears do not make me week, To bottle them up would make no sense, Yet I tried to give up writing you know, Out of the fear that no one would care, Why should I let the world know, The feelings that I chose to share, Who among you cares to hear, The pain that I’ve gone through, Why would anyone shed a tear, My feelings are nothing new, But moments ago it dawned on me, I did not write to please any one sole, My poetry helped to set me free, It helped to keep me whole, For those who read and loved my work, I am here with words to say, Poetry is my little quirk, And I will write till my dying day!!! Author: K Ball 01-10-07 |
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