I’ve been seeing a lot of poetry on various blogs I follow. I used to write poetry when I was younger and I enjoyed it. Whatever happened? I don’t think I’ve even attempted to write poetry since I graduated from college. This got me thinking a bit about things – things I’ve enjoyed in the past which I no longer pursue.
I’ve let myself get caught up in life and it has taken away some of my joy. Or did I ever really have that joy at all? I’ve had issues/struggles with being me and knowing who I really am all my life. Is it just nostalgia that makes me believe I once possessed this joy that I seem to be lacking now? Has the filter of time made me see the reality of my past through the proverbial rose colored glasses? Only seeing what I want to see and discarding the insecurities and darkness that was part of my life back then as well? Continue reading “Thoughts on Poetry”