Randoms by Rach

A New Me

Day Fourteen ~ Creation Saturday! You're all talented writers, of varying backgrounds and abilities. As we near the halfway point of the month, take some time to look back at your entries.

Create a poem inspired from your entries this month. Any style or form (or none at all). Pull lines from all of your entries thus far and see what happens. Obviously you're free to add/subtract words from lines that don't seem to fit the narrative you've come across when compiling your thoughts; this isn't meant to be a summary of the month to date, but a writing exercise.



Oh dear. The poem I've created is a little long and rambly. It's free verse, and I've bolded all the words that are taken from previous posts.


A New Me

Resolutions; feeling
trepidatious,
those soul-destroying
impositions
we place on ourselves
hurtle
toward me, and my
fingers tangle together as they
rush ahead of my
brain.
My whole life I’ve been swamped with
voices,
and writing
has become my life saver;
my fingers are a conduit
for my thoughts,
translating the echoes of things
that have been
for other bloggers to read.
Millions of paths,
connecting us all to one another;
experiences relatable,
explainable,
for the first time making sense.
I am at the bottom of the hill,
but that’s better than
being buried underneath
a ton of mud and lies.

For the first time in
forever
I’m questioning my facts,
I know—
deep down—
I’m unloveable, right?
Or is that the offering of
a man who knew no other way?
The shame I have felt
suffocated me for so long,
but now I’m getting better.
If I close my eyes,
I get lost in the rhythm
that plays inside of me;
I smile, drum my fingers
by my side
and my world becomes
habitable.
I am me; that’s all,
but I’m learning that’s enough.