Happy national poetry day 2019! This year the theme is change, or so I am told. So in the poetic spirit here is a poem I wrote a few months ago about things changing. It is totally bonkers, I was going totally mad when I wrote it, but things change and get easier and despite its total weirdness, I really quite love it.
Things I learned today:
That cupboards with different doors on
Are still the same but
Look like different cupboards
Just less unhinged.
That looking back can help you look forward and
That I haven’t changed much,
You are the first person that I have loved so completely
But maybe you won’t be the last…
I have learned that at one point in my life,
Someone else really thought they loved me and that love was and can and should be exciting
But somewhere along the line I settled for safe.
I was reminded that
You are not the first person to quote me poetry
Even, the first person the write me poetry,
Although, yours is, or was, more meaningful and beautiful than any that came before.
I found out that my virginity cost me 110 euros.
This made me laugh –
I must have been worth the price
At least once,
Although I’d pay
The price for you a thousand times over.
I have become fitter, thinner, more, or less, assured with age.
I have become braver, yet
I still don’t have the courage to say
To your face,
Exactly what I want.
I still try to hide when I cry.
I realise I can throw things away
That mean whole lifetimes
Because they are broken and taking up room and I also know that
I can fill that void with something else
That wants to belong.
I need to belong.
Did you know,
Tiny splinters hurt more than you realise and
So does the cold?
I am reminded, that despite this,
I am kind,
That I do not always start the fight
But will probably try to finish it…
This made me laugh.
And I take this with a pinch of salt
For I feel misunderstood,
I am a bad influence.
I cannot believe it.
I am juxtaposed,