I haven’t written a line of poetry for months,
Not since I found the man I married.
I might have written him a poem
On a tissue paper from a local cafe…
But that too was long ago.
Since then, this heart and this pen,
Are no longer bursting with pain.
I am free of all burdens
No trace of heartaches remain.
But like all sad alcoholics in the world,
I am (some sort of) a poet.
Inspired by failed romances,
Entranced by missed chances…
So where do I begin to write again?
How could I write about a love
That is pure, unending?
When all I knew
Was to write about a broken heart that isn’t mending?
I honestly I haven’t written a single line of poetry in months. Perhaps that’s the reason why I kept accepting sponsored blog posts. I’ve kept this blog for years, through all the heartbreaks and losses, this blog remained my constant and so lately, I’ve been thinking… Perhaps, I might need to write poetry or short stories, or essays again.
But where do I start?
I’ve kept this blog for years and it held my deepest of heartbreaks and despite that fact, this blog triumphed as a lot of people were able to relate to the things I’ve written.
And now that I’m over all those men and heartbreaks, I feel like I’m re-learning how to write again for all I know to write about are of loss and heartbreak. Of a failed romance… missed chances…
So bear with me as I do my best to re-learn how to write. As I do my best to write from a happy and full heart and not from one drowned by alcohol in solitude.