So...... this is my first posting. A fellow follower and I decided to share our poetry with the world. I've been writing poetry since I was 8 years old. About 2 years ago, I started sharing some of my work...and while it was fun to do it, I decided to stick with the "writing" and not "presenting". To me, poetry should be about you...not impressing others. Everyone views things differently, and poetry is that outlet.
I also like to read (ALOT) and I really enjoy quotations. Some of my favorite authors are Eric Jeromy Dickey, Anais Nin, BeBe Moore Campbell, Mary Morrison, Janet Evanoich and Allison Hobbs. The list could go on but I think you get the idea.
Okay...so you know about me....and now, here's my first posting. If you'd like to comment, that's fine. If not, thanks for reading and come back and visit my page anytime.
Life’s Closures
If closure was simple as reading the last pages of a book,
My mind would not be filled with incomplete pages of my life.
Each chapter would lead on to the next,
Flowing smoothly,
Allowing the reader to relate to every situation,
Giving them incentive to laugh,
To cry,
Or to become angry,
All the while wanting more.
But life isn’t that simple.
If closure was regarded as a memory,
My mind would be able to separate the good from the bad.
Shutting out the situations I wasn’t able to get over,
Yet, reminding me of the things I could.
Situations that,
For one reason or another made me stronger.
But life isn’t that simple.
Closure is more like the rays of the sun,
Draining every form of energy in your body,
And I’ll be,
Damn,
If you can bounce back right away.
Dehydration claiming its issue,
Enjoying each moment that you,
Struggle to regain your strength back.
Relentless,
And,
Heartless….
Closure,
Has no preference.
Preying on the weak in mind,
But bold in appearance;
Swiftly attaching itself to the heart,
Enjoying each vibration it gives,
Regarding it not as the vital organ it is,
But as a joyful ride---
Like a carousel.
I challenge closure….
A lot.
And each time,
I’m defeated.
But I get up,
Push my ego to the side,
And confront it again.
Like a mathematician with a new problem,
I search for a solution.
Only thing is,
It’s not always the right solution…..
Because closure,
Along with life,
Isn’t that simple.
If closure was simple as reading the last pages of a book,
My mind would not be filled with incomplete pages of my life.
Each chapter would lead on to the next,
Flowing smoothly,
Allowing the reader to relate to every situation,
Giving them incentive to laugh,
To cry,
Or to become angry,
All the while wanting more.
But life isn’t that simple.
If closure was regarded as a memory,
My mind would be able to separate the good from the bad.
Shutting out the situations I wasn’t able to get over,
Yet, reminding me of the things I could.
Situations that,
For one reason or another made me stronger.
But life isn’t that simple.
Closure is more like the rays of the sun,
Draining every form of energy in your body,
And I’ll be,
Damn,
If you can bounce back right away.
Dehydration claiming its issue,
Enjoying each moment that you,
Struggle to regain your strength back.
Relentless,
And,
Heartless….
Closure,
Has no preference.
Preying on the weak in mind,
But bold in appearance;
Swiftly attaching itself to the heart,
Enjoying each vibration it gives,
Regarding it not as the vital organ it is,
But as a joyful ride---
Like a carousel.
I challenge closure….
A lot.
And each time,
I’m defeated.
But I get up,
Push my ego to the side,
And confront it again.
Like a mathematician with a new problem,
I search for a solution.
Only thing is,
It’s not always the right solution…..
Because closure,
Along with life,
Isn’t that simple.
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