Poetic Musings

That’s a lot of space,

For an empty heart,

To fill a room that was torn apart.

How do you do it? 

Stay around with aches and disregarded sound.

Beaten, but a trusted mind you’d say.

That’s a lie.

There is not always another day. 

I’m going to leave,

And enjoy the show,

The never-ending need to grow and love a different soul.

I think you should care to help yourself,

You’re aware.

Fix that massive hole in your heart,

It’s only the start. 

This morning I was going through old notebooks and journals, which I have many, where I scribble and scrabble thoughts, poems, songs, commentary about bills, ideas for a book, etc. (I should probably separate my thoughts from my bills and put into different books!)

The above poem I wrote at some point in 2023. I love stumbling on old poems cause it gives me insight to something I was going through at the time. Journals are definitely an emotional time capsule!

And while this poem was me blasting a thought to paper, ‘cause I can tell by my messy handwriting that I wrote it in one take, I don’t want to now tweak or edit it for a “better” poetic outcome because then it means I’m tweaking a memory. But I did change two words before posting this. Just to make a rhyme. (Eye rolling)

Have you ever looked back at old notes or journals to see where your mind and heart was? And then realize that you have grown so intensely?

Let me know.

X, L