In the past I have been scared to be real but what Ive discovered is my “real” is ok, its actually quite good when I accept it. I like it, I love it, its funny and weird, it can be a bit wobbly at times but if I go with it then it’s amazing what I can dig out and find.
So this is me bare and honest. A world away from the little girl who was knocked sideways for being real and having a voice. I lost my voice along with my confidence for a long time but I seem to have rediscovered me and learned to love what I have to offer.
Having 3 young children and a loving husband who supports me in my weirdness has given me new life. I’m lucky to have experienced what I have whether it be experiencing the lowest ebbs or the beautiful flows of life.
Poetry is not something I thought I could do however after some particularly difficult times I suddenly found it as an outlet. It was an invisible sounding board, my secret splurge of emotions and feelings. Sometimes I cant get it out quick enough, it all has to come out somehow and this my own outing of myself. Sometimes its hard to explain to people how you are feeling. I like to think I am quite open as a person but until I wrote my poetry I realised just how much I was keeping to myself and not being “real”. People don’t necessarily want to listen to the full song, they may be happy to hear the first few beats, that’s enough. So poetry has helped me deliver this inner life to the outside world. Even if that outside world is just me reading and re-reading it, it helps!
I hope you like some of what I have found in me…..