Words Much Like Poetry

"Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible." ~ Jane Rubietta I stole away my own dreams with the mistakes that I made, but I am not uncommon in that respect. The majority of the women in my circle of friends are single moms, like myself, and I'm sure the world over knows the trials and tribulations of women as us very well. Forgive my anger, but what right does that then give a stranger to disparage me? I've done the best that I could with the resources available to me, longing for more, but never asking for it. Poverty is not an easy thing to overcome, though, and I tire of the struggle of redefining my station. I wish I could turn away from the world at times, bury myself in the hot sand and bask in that ceaseless warmth, but I can't. Who would take care of my children if I did? What a saving grace they are, little human forms wrapped...

My stomach starts to coil in knots whenever I think of betraying the story of my life and placing it upon a public medium or forum where all those who care to read it may read it. I find poetry safer, much less stark than prose. Metaphor allows for obscurity, veiled and hinted meanings that are open to speculation and conclusion but remain unconfirmed. I begin to wonder, though, if I've lost something in my strides toward more complex verse. Do grief and misery become things lessened by lack of proper exposition? I hope not, for the exorcism of words is without use then, and I've failed to find relief in the telling.

"I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all." ~ Richard Wright, American Hunger , 1977

I've been away, a journey through thoughts and feelings, and if by chance I stumbled over doubts from years departed, mistakes made in imitation of perfect calculation, frames of mind I assumed vanished, then that is my affliction. no, they are ever prevalent for the city's bend has brought me full circle, to the realization that I haven't gone anywhere.

by Kerri Miller I ain't scared to be sensitive I may take but I also give that's just how I've learned to live bottled up emotions can cause a big explosion get it out n keep on going so u can see results of the seeds you sowin'. Can't be anything other then myself you can take the time to read between the lines or you can just place me on the shelf either way it's okay I'm accepting the pain more like the quote of no pain no gain. I can no longer remain weak let these tears streak my cheeks cuz I got to succeed I got to find me find my meaning relentlessly wandering down life's crooked path deciphering the good from the bad but end up confused by the math I close my eyes and get taken back memories unfolding my past set me sideways from making it last shoulda, coulda, woulda but I didn't and you don't and I will but you won't. Tug of war is the best description for how I live and what I envision. Tired of the games pointing and names driving...

Is this my new beginning, that point where old roads close and never drift again into the lane that I've now forged? Is this where the grand pedestal I've placed my independence upon finally stops quaking? I'm braver now than I ever was, though the fears still lurk in the darkened corners of night. I want, I need, I must, I will! I will, because they need me to. Because if I don't then there was no point in taking the risk.

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." ~ Dr. Seuss