Metaphor for life

This poem was written over a year ago (24 th Oct 2006) as part of a creative writing class I took part in.

I often find that I express emotions best in some sort of creative activity, usually art or poetry, and that the expression of those emotions, the negativeones in particular, are essential to my healing, and really help me to move on along the path to being whole and happy.

I will be posting a number of poems from the creative writing class as I feel that they were important steps along the way.

deep, dark, dank cave
no light
scary
no help
damp
cold.

climbing out
       rope – life line – who’s on the other end?
slipping back
clinging on
climbing bit by bit
reach a ledge
sigh of relief
sit and rest.

start climbing again
no way on
got to go back
please don’t let me fall
back to ledge
rest again
then restart

find a new way
this one works
on and up
don’t worry about
falling
plenty of time
keep going

you can do it
see the light
feel the warmth
rest when tired
renew the strength
hold on to hope
you’ll reach the top.

A hole in my soul

There’s a hole in my sole
that needs to be filled

I’ve thought about chocolate,
and crisps and booze,
but to paper the cracks
just won’t fit the bill.

I’m tired and exhausted
i’ve nothing left of my fight
and the void is still there
with no end in sight.

I’ve papered the space,
tried to pretend it’s not there
but nothing yet can mend
the damage done.

I need to be whole,
to be at peace with myself
but I don’t know how to
repair the hole in my soul.

Love Hurts

Love hurts when mothers tell
their children off
for doing things they just shouldn’t.

Love hurts when teenage
heartthrob pop stars
jet off and get married.

Love hurts when someone
dies, family, friend,
or the old faithful mongrel.

Love hurts when school friends
dump you, even if
you wish you’d done it first.

Love hurts when first love
founders under a
mountain of studying.

Love hurts when second love
can’t cope with the
baggage first love left behind.

And so it goes on.

So why do we bother?
Why do we always go out for a look?
When whatever we find,
Whatever we do . .

LOVE HURTS.

14.1.01

A Poem

will be posted shortly – as soon as my computer decides that it’ll connect to internet!