Each mask hides another,
Veil on tear-stained veil.
Each tattered page of my heart
Inked and stamped and sealed
In the shadows of my mind.
Any poets here? *halfway raises hand* I don’t really know anything about poetry. But I enjoy writing free verse.
And apparently April is poetry month where one writes one poem a day. So I decided to try, because why not? It’s been a challenge but it’s also fun. And I find myself writing all these little random things I wouldn’t have taken the time for otherwise.
I almost published a short story today, then realized it was the 4th of July weekend. So I decided to go with something more patriotic.
As some of you might know, I have one brother who is a Marine. Another is heading to Marine Boot Camp in three days. So I wrote this poem for him. Maybe I’ll even let him read it…
Writing isn’t safe.
It’s not that words are powerful (though they are). It’s not that everyone will end up thinking you insane (most generally do anyway).
It’s a deeper problem than a questionable mental state.
And it’s something I end up writing as a free verse poem around the end of last year because there was no other way to put it into words.