Hello all. If you’ve been reading here for quite a while, or if you know me in real life at all, you know I write a lot of things: this blog, organizational and packing lists, dorky Facebook posts. But you should also know that I write poems. Or what I consider poems, anyway. They may not fit some people’s definition. But anyway. I have posted a lot of my old stuff under the Poetry and Fiction tab at the top of this page, but sometimes I post individual entries that have a new poem in them as well.
So I haven’t written anything in a while, but I’ve recently been inspired again. I just wrote the poem you’re about to read a few minutes ago, and as it’s the first thing I’ve really written in quite some time, I wanted to give it center stage on its own before I added it to the Poetry page. Here you go:
Actor, I see your face.
As hard as you try,
your skills aren’t sharp enough
to hide your pain.
I see you,
a man spread so paper thin
we can see sunlight through you.
I know a hint of your story,
but nowhere near the whole.
I know the things you don’t say,
that the forces you struggle and fight against
often swallow you alive.
And it takes all your considerable strength
to climb out again.
In some ways,
I have been there.
How I wish I could be the one
to reach a hand down to you
And pull you up into the light.
Until next time,