My Journey

Who new a piece of paper - Could carry the weight of my woes. I was but a child when my heart first spilt, Words in the back of a notebook, There was no media back then, Only paper and pen, No one to show, But it wasn’t for show, I wasn’t aware it was even for me, So i missed the first time ....... that my feelings could see. I filled that notebook with haste, Poems of a younger self, 25 years ago, Back then I didn’t know, Didn’t understand the point of those feelings, I had now idea that those poems were healing. Then I entered a time of release, I wanted it all, For years I rebelled, Nothing withheld, ........But I didn’t write, Lazy days and party nights, Everything felt alright, There was no need to write, But those days were short - looking back, Now i know who I am, These years have wisened my mind, It’s a quieter place I find, Writing keeps an order, Creates a silent border, Between whats real and what could be, Im indebted to what it gives me, The healing of the act, From thought to write to read, Is such a positive impact, That helps so much be freed, If only that young boy had realised, All those years back then, The strength of his piece of paper, And the power of his pen.