Then and Now

In the far and dim of my distant past, I was a sad little girl lost in darkness, had seen death and felt grief, though I could not understand the real why, in those days I was silent, quiet yet alive in my imagination land. At that time, I could not see the path out except in my stories, soon, I made up scenes where I went beyond my sadness, They were just tales of my cat, in those days long ago, as time went on my skill grew scribbles were poems, I shared with my grandma in days long gone ago. She told me to write my sadness and so I did, I wrote in words I could not say, tears fell, from my pen and I found the strength. It became my forte and even to now, years rolled like clouds drifting, I found more death to weep. Death walked with me, he was my friend, A dark angel. just mine, all mine, then. In this moment of time I am a poet who has found her muse and strength, and now, I own my tranquility and peace having found my place, I accept the past, good and bad and live in the moment now. I can look back on the then with a tear of sad grieving, and will pen a poem with my bleeding pen and words. I have found joy like dancing right from my heart, like taking photographs of all nature and things, going to the gallery to get lost within the art. going beyond the art and the gold frame, I am in the scene, one with the artist. And I write of the joy of the birds, these days I just love twittering, and tweets of a bird hidden. Now and again I meander, the forest for my muse. Sometimes he is lost, but I find him, sleeping in, the sweet, now. ________________________ January 22, 2019 Poetry/Verse/Then and Now Copyright Protected, ID 19-1107-141-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, This Was Then, This Is Now sponsor, Silent One Second Place