Many, many... many years ago, or so it feels like, I tried my hand at poetry putting every thought on paper. With my teenage view of the world, I mostly wrote about serious issues. I must have been a disturbed teen or had a very depressing imagination. Then, I fell in love and that need to write became love letters. When I left my parents home, I didn't box my possessions, nope not me. My happiness said, "throw that crap away, you'll never need it again." Garbage it was, or was it? High School photos, notes and my binder of poetry all found it's way to the dump. Sad as it may sound, they have crossed my mind several times since, but only NOW do I regret having "thrown" away my poetry. That was me. My own form of expression and I abandoned it, threw away my thoughts. Poetry for me was a way of saying so much, using so few words. I abandoned MY style of expression years ago. (Probably would have been a best seller collection in this day and age.)
I have been putting pencil to paper again. The quick wit and rage from years past has certainly stayed in the past. Poetry has taken a turn for me. There is rhyme, reason and excitement in my words. I think it comes from the desire to write for Children and having a different view on the world as an adult. Today, I would love to have read what my teen views looked like on paper. The pictures and notes addressed to me can remain in the trash, the poetic part of me I threw away was priceless.
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