You need someone to hate,
Someone to throw your rage at,
Let it be me because I can take it,
I have grown to understand the fall.
There is a place,
Where my hopes and reality meet,
I am not quite sure yet,
How to tell the space between.
Where are the words that used to flow free,
That I would simply think in my head or feel,
Then my writing would create them into being?
Disappeared are the days that have passed,
Which revealed a life that was scattered,
That had no path to follow or direction to go.
Poetry is another writing endeavor that I often pursue along with writing short stories and my novel. I have found that writing is the best way to express and release my emotions and poetry for me is the best form. I have been told about my writing that it is inspiring, uplifting and hopeful. I do write in a way that I try to create those feelings. I have felt criticized for writing in such a way, because it is happy and life often “isn’t happy”, but does that mean I write in a watered down way? Can you be happy and honest at the same time?