I have not posted much of my poetry, because I am never sure it is good enough. Further, I like having a message I am trying to send, and with poetry, the message can be interpreted many different ways. That is intimidating. The past few weeks, however, I have been attending a writing class and my teacher has encouraged me to share what I am writing. Therefore, I will be posting more poetry on this blog; it is what I write when I need to express and think outside the bounds of my own mind. Here goes nothing.
This particular poem is based around the ideas of "Homeland," "Wonderland," and "Newfoundland." Homeland is the place you come from, where you were a child and your core beliefs and self were built. Wonderland is where these original ideas and perceptions were changed and challenged in some way (a new town, new or challenging beliefs, a sudden change in your reality, etc). Lastly, Newfoundland is where you find yourself on the other side of the change and where you are trying to merge the two worlds into your current reality. Here is my journey though these places.
A Journey
In homeland I hid and ran
Afraid of shadows and sudden movements
The darkness pressing in
Fight, flight, freeze
In wonderland I cried out and kicked and screamed
My body cracking and crumbling
Under the reality of it all
As the lifeblood pulsing inside of me
Boiled in the fire of shrieking voices
In Newfoundland the sun is beginning to peak over the horizon
Moist earth sprouts fresh life
Distant stars smile down on me
Spring rain cools my wounds
And the air, so long thick with smoke, is beginning to clear
I gaze out at the two hands attached to this body,
Contemplating their worth,
And I know that I have been given a duty
A task to complete
These hands have stories to share
People to hold
Love to give
These hands were built to help lead others
From fear of the dark
To joy of the ever promising light
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