This is the first poem that I wrote for Life’s Little Dramas. I needed a rallying call. Something to change my own way of thinking and galvanise me to actually believe in my ability to write. I was asked to read this poem out in strange circumstances at an online business networking event during the long COVID lockdown in 2020. It was the first time I had shared a poem and it gave me the courage that a needed to go ahead and write a few more. The poem goes like this…
I write for myself
I write for my freedom
To distil my feelings
And finally free them
I write for the chance that
I’ll be understood
That the words that I write
Might make someone feel good
They might rise from my mind
and take flight up above
And rain down on the ground
Changing anger to love
Changing fear into bravery
Confusion into certainty
Inaction to activity
And that will all be down to me
Am I right?
Is that right?
Is that what makes me write?
Now I read it back I think
It’s probably not right
I don’t write
Not very often
Not ‘til I get to the bottom
Of a list I keep on writing
That keeps growing
Through my life
And that might just grow forever
If I don’t stop to write
If I don’t stop holding on
To who I am now and
Who I have been for so long
And start again from the beginning
Being who I’m meant to be
Looking in the mirror
Looking for courage just to stand
And look into my own eyes
And let the spark ignite
To let go of the fear
And finally to write
It’s never going to happen
If I don’t step up
So why should I write?
I should write for my sanity
So I can look in the mirror
And I can say that that man is me
I should write for myself
I should write for my freedom
To distil my feelings
And to finally free them
I should write for the chance that
I’ll be understood
That the words that I write
Might just do myself good
They might rise from my mind
and take flight up above
And rain down on the ground
Changing me
Am I right?
Is that right?
I guess it’s down to me to show
Why I write
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