Poetry can give an insight to the soul of the writer. Or the reader. Poetry can touch on the feelings you don't want to admit to, and those you wish you could celebrate. On life. On time. On what it is to be you.
Here's Pieces of Me, a poetic intros...
I once was a light An effervescence of The life The soul The party itself
Full faced as the moon Shining down on a world Of brightening lives Of smiles
It and I would last forever
Until
The extrovert looked Inward And saw the darkness that hid The reality that feigned The ocean washing away the smiles In a tsunami of self doubt
The shine dulled On a waning moon A satellite setting With no sun to take the baton
I once was a light
But now
I am not
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How many of us put on a facade? How many are a cheeky, lively light in the darkness, but inside are locked away in a box with no light, no self-love and no air? Feeling suffocated and constantly in a darkness without end.
More than you would realise.
Mental health issues affect a growing number of people, and in so many cases, it's impossible to know that someone is a sufferer. As such, be kind. Be considerate. Be nice.
