fighting through fear: or, how I've managed to write some poetry
Over the last 2 years, I've discovered a love for poetry. Some of it has stemmed from my love of songwriters and how music has an impact of my emotions and I want to give back and hopefully give other people that impact.
I've written poems previously and have tried publishing them, but I never kept them up for long, the fear that they weren't good, they were embarrassing topics or that I simply shouldn't be doing it due to the fact I wasn't practiced in poetic techniques all ran rampant through my mind.
I've finally made a conscious decision that the only way out is through.
That means publishing, publishing, publishing.
Rubbish poetry, blog posts and anything else I can think of that can help build confidence and bring me along.
Here's the first poem I've written in a long while and it's based on a marker pen I have on my desk:
Loosely held black marker pen
pressure builds upstream
as the ink starts to rise
and the sponge tip
absorbs, absorbs, absorbsβ
a river bank, full to burst
a dam, about to give
a flow of ideas, streams and gushes
a torrent threatening floods