My Mind Works in Poetry

06/10/2014 09:15

When I was growing up and navigating adolesence and my early 20's I would to turn to writing poetry, rap lyrics and short stories to help clear my head. I think for a lot of people (particularly in that age bracket) writing your feelings down is the best way to realise and come to terms with them. Talking about your feelings usually helps, but it's rarely as easy as that. I haven't written a single piece of poetry since 2008 that I can recall, but I supopse in many ways my blog has replaced them as my new emotional output. My blog helped me come to terms with and prepare for parenthood and all the bumps along the road that goes with it. It still is helping me. For some reason though, this morning I feel like returning to poetry and that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to type as words work their way from the maze in my head and then press publish on this blog post. That's how I work. Editing posts or poems, for me takes the initial honesty from them and my sole intention here is to (hopefully) let it all spill out. And so, I apologise for any grammatical errors in what you are reading...


Sometimes my heart beats fast and my hands won't keep still,

My mind contemplating bad things even though I know that I never will.

A cause seeming lost, the task seeming tall;

Why are they all encompassing if my problems are only small?

Days giving way to dusk, nights passing through the dawn.

Graze away the dust as the light passes on.

I knew why the caged bird sang, so I freed the lark.

Trying hard to shine bright, not give up or be the dark.

Living lost. My mind full and vivid are my thoughts.

No boat to row across, no hand to steer my course.

Choosing to bear this pain alone. A burden from which I've grown...

Into a man unknown; a seed grown in soil left un-sewn.

I search for a brief moment of silence so that I might speak with you in private.

Though we meet and speak with silence, I feel weak and seek your guidance.

My mind holds me hostage, insomnia swallows me whole,

weary eyes keep me prisoner, anxiety holds me down in this hole.

But my family hold the rope, arms out, bags full of hope.

My children hold the maps that navigate these one way streets.

Guide me, I'm lost but looked upon as the navigator;

Holding your hands down the stairs, then running the wrong way back up the escalator.

Sometimes my heart beats fast and my hands won't keep still,

My mind clinging onto only great things, because I know that's my only will.



Topic: My Mind Works in Poetry

Date: 13/10/2014

By: ninjacat

Subject: Awsome

I love poetry so much

Date: 13/10/2014

By: Helen @ Witty Hoots

Subject: poetry

Great poem. Hope you are feeling a bit better having got these feelings down on paper.

Date: 11/10/2014

By: Carolynne @ Mummy Endeavours

Subject: Comment

The poem is lovely, I really hoped it helped you. It's writing that is filled with emotion and honesty, I hope things are improving for you. I think we all feel like that a lot more that we care to admit x

Date: 12/10/2014

By: Ryan Costello

Subject: Re: Comment

Thanks Carolynne, I really appreciate that :)

Date: 11/10/2014

By: Kara

Subject: Poetry

I used to love writing poetry at school....really should start writing again

Date: 10/10/2014

By: Fritha Strickland

Subject: Autumn

I used to write poetry and diaries when I was younger it certainly helps get things out. x

Date: 10/10/2014

By: Mummy Matters

Subject: Keep it up!!

Well done on a great post, I am rubbish at poetry but have always written as a way of sussing out my feelings, a kind of therapy I guess. Poetry obviously suits you so I expect we might be seeing a little more . . .

Date: 10/10/2014

By: Ryan Costello

Subject: Re: Keep it up!!

Thank you. Those kind of comments make me want to do it more :)

Date: 09/10/2014

By: Sylvia @ Happiness is homemade

Subject: poetry

I used to write lots of "books" and short stories, some of them even won me few prizes :) It really helps to clear you mind from all the emotions :)

Date: 09/10/2014

By: wendy

Subject: poetry

Poetry is a good way to get emotions across. Great post

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