Poem No. 38

There are so many things we are scared to say
So much that goes unsaid
For fear that truth will unleash something unknown, untold
Except
It’s said that only the truth will set you free
But where is the freedom to be found in the fear of letting go?
To finding out who one another really are?
There isn’t any
So let go
And let God.

Still figuring it out.

Writing has always been the way that I am most able to express myself.  Only recently did I decide to try my hand at poetry with some commitment.  Poetry always felt somehow inaccessible to me, namely because so much is said with so few words. Brevity was not and is not something that comes easily (I have a tendency to waffle). I believed that the only “worthy” type of writing was prose, be that a novella or an epic.

How glad I am to have been so wrong!

Novice doesn’t even cover where I currently am as a poet. Yet with every awful, cliched poem I present I learn a lot more of what doesn’t work and a little nugget of what does. I am excited and nervous about sharing my work with the internet, wholeheartedly welcoming constructive criticism. I hope to enjoy the work of many talented poets and writers; hopefully making some friends in this wonderful art form.

Here’s to poetry, I am glad to have made your acquaintace, and hope we can become firm friends.

London Poet.