If someone had told me years ago,
poetry would make my name.
I would have politely smiled
and nodded yes,
and not believed a word of it.
I remember once
attending a poetry reading
and calmly getting up
and declaring I was not a poet,
and then wondered why everyone laughed.
They must have realised something
I did not know
that in fact, I was a poet,
of course, that was a long time ago,
and much waters
have crossed under the bridge of my life.
The doodles I once called poems
were in fact poems after all.
Some were much better
than I could ever dream of.
It took me a long time
and the internet to realise that fact.
Now I have started a new dawn
within my writing career,
taken steps down roads
I never thought I would go.
The journey has not been unmarked,
as I have gained so much more
than just becoming recognised as a writer.
I have gained so many friends across the world.
Something I could have only dreamed about
in my younger years.
17 April 2008
David, your passion to express yourself on paper was always there - from when you were young. Mine didn't surface until two years ago. It continues to fascinate me how individual are our creative journeys and I congratulate you on all your have achieved in recent years. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A little self belief goes a long way, you deserve your acclaim, a poet who writes from the heart, well done, Lynda xxx
It takes time to find our true path, see what others see in you at last... Andy 10
thanks for this, David...and i also thank God for you! Love, Meggie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm glad I'm one of your stones you stubbed your toe on down your journey and had to stop and take a look at one of my poems you commented on....over a year now and I took down those first few very sad poems....but you have been with me from my beginning...And I have enjoyed sharing yours from afar: O) lil sis