The Beginning
The Beginning
There’s something delicious about
The first words we write
Something exciting in the lines
When there’s no end in sight
Take this here poem
I’m making up as I go
Will it blossom or shrivel?
Such a fate I do not know
Yet I continue to write
With the electricity that flows
From my brain and through my hands
But at this line, it slows
What should I write next?
What will make an impact, I ask
At this moment, making sense
Seems a Herculean task
‘I have got to convince them’, I think
‘About how hopeful those first words make me’
They create energy and offer solace
That is the Poet’s Guarantee
A beginning of something new
A chance to escape the now
A place where no one sees and no one sneers
A space where one can allow
All their hurt and their worry
To pass through a healing medium, yes!
The art that stems from pain
That makes the weight on the shoulders less
And now this last paragraph
Is what the entire poem has been leading up to
The opposite of the start, but more to me
A safe outlet that makes me emerge anew