Recently I've jumped back into my love for poetry and starting reading my old favourites such as Silvia Plath's 'Ariel' and Lord Byron's 'Darkness'. I felt incredibly inspired by the beauty of their words and thought I'd try my hand (excuse the pun) at my own piece of poetry. Whilst it's nothing special, I feel proud of how the words just flowed out of my head and into a roughly poetic structure. Be Kind.
A glimpse of the past, the troubles you’ve faced and the
work you’ve proudly strived for.
Beaten, neglected, nourished or cared for…
What do yours say?!
Fate’s calculated crevices daintily mark my smooth pinked
skin mischievously capturing the truths and hardships that my future self knows
only too well-
the amount of innocent products of my love I am to nuzzle to my
breast,
the amount of long years I am to roam the earth in search of my true
purpose and
the amount of precious years I will remain nestled within the
protecting arms of my love.