Poetry Corner – Yet Still We Stand…

It’s been a very, very long time since I sat down and wrote a poem. Years, maybe. Which is odd, really, when I consider how I used to scribble notes on anything and everything I could find whenever inspiration struck (paper napkins, anyone?)

It’s not that I haven’t wanted to write, more that my heart just hasn’t been in the right place to open up and feel what it needed to. I guess that denying emotions in order to try and survive is not only bad for our health, but also bad for our creativity!!

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while you’ll know that I don’t usually have any problems expressing myself, but poetry takes that expression to a whole new level. It seeks out the essence of life and gives it a life of its own. Poetry is so powerful and I have truly missed being a part of such a creative expression.

I used to say that if the first few lines didn’t just pop into my head with ease, there was no point in writing it down. That’s not to say that writing poetry doesn’t require thought and persistence to hone what you are trying to say into a poem that touches the heart of another, because it does! But if it doesn’t flow freely then I don’t think it is the right topic for you to be writing about in that moment. If you don’t feel it, how do you expect others to?

The poem I am sharing today came to me as I was making a drink in the kitchen. By the time I had made it to my notebook, the idea had changed form, but it was still there. As I wrote, it continued to change form and I didn’t really know where I was going with it. But it felt good to write, and I am really happy with the end result.

Yet Still We Stand

On the brink of destruction, the edge of despair
Dreams shattered and stolen, like nobody cares
Promises broken, in the blink of an eye
Leaving nothing but darkness: no light, no guide
And yet, still we stand.

The dreams of the past are but shadows once lost
We cling tight, out of fear, we question the cost
Battered and torn, we don’t know where to turn
Our hearts are left wanting, afraid they may burn
And yet, still we stand.

A moment in silence, together, alone
Our hearts thumping deeper, we’re shook to the bone
But out of that moment, a glimmer shakes free
The darkest of moments sometimes make us see
And so, we stand.

Broken and torn, there is nowhere to hide
Yet there’s nothing to hide from, that part of us died
A new way – a true way – of living is born
Out of the habits and masks we once wore
And now, we stand.

Rebuilding our hearts, remodelling our lives
Sometimes it’s like we can’t believe our own eyes
But out of the brink of destruction we came
Ready to embrace our lives once again
And we begin to dance…

 

Today’s post has been posted in the “Share the Joy” Linky hosted by Bod For Tea. I love this linky, if you haven’t found it already, take a look! I’m sharing this post, because rediscovering my love of poetry has really brought me a lot of joy this week!