My Pen
This poem is an ode to myself. So I was watching the movie For Colored Girls today for the first time (yes, late I know) and it inspired me to write this. It has nothing to do with the movie per se, but the movie inspired me because I was listening to the monologues and I starting missing a piece of myself…the part of me that used to write all the time. The literary-artistic side of me that since I because a Grad student in a scientific field has been starved and forgotten. Abandoned and malnourished. I miss it though. And I wish it back. Thats part of the reason I am blogging again. To remind myself to write. Even if its nothing but my lone thoughts…I can’t allow that part of me to die. The costs would be too great. Anyway, this poem has no title. Just an ode to the part of myself that I feel I’ve lost:
My Pen
I left you behind with no intentions of ever doing so
But life came at me fast
And I had to respond
Had to move on
The direction wasn’t really where I wanted to go
And I still look back and mourn for you
Mourn for me
And the pieces of myself I no longer know
The parts of me I loved but yet had to let go
But did I really have to? I don’t know
Just know that life came at me fast
And I had to respond
Had to carry on
And I left you out to dry
Now I water you with the tears that I cry
And I pray
Life come back to you
