I haven't written a poem in a long long time. I wonder what has driven the long mysterious poem that once danced inside of me and peeped out sometimes to say "Hi" away... I wonder if he dried up completely because I haven't been able to reflect long enough to bring him up for a tad bit of a visit.
As young teenager my poems were therapeutic. I wrote over my notebooks and scraps of paper thoughts that over clashed within me. I wrote of the glorious new love I found in God, and the gloom and doom I was fighting. I wrote about crushes I had and disappointed I faced. I really think I would have gone crazy if it wasn't for those little poems.
Later, as life become more stable, and I learned to deal with the sweeping dramatic feelings that sought to engulf me, my poems were more thoughtful. Reflective of things. I was never very figurative but I explored thoughts like love, social discrimination, my father, praises to God, and so forth. By the time I entered into my 20's I was sort of known for the sweet little poems I could write. But today I was thinking about it, the last little poem I wrote was when I left sixth form.
So once I can find my little poem man again, I will let you know what he has to say...