I Am the Best of Me
I am a writer. I am a thinker. I am a poet.
Considering how hard it was for me to learn how to read I find great irony in discovering that my true passion lies in words. Perhaps it is because I struggled so hard to make sense of language in my youth, that I create connections with it now. When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up I said… I want to write children’s books, for kids like me that can’t read. But somewhere along the way, I put that idea aside. Because I don’t want to write for anyone else. I write just for me. To find meaning, in my own life. Discover who resides beneath my skin. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll one day publish a compendium of the best of me. So that when I am gone, I will always remain.
Once again it is Global Poetry Writing Month. I will be attempting to participate with new/unseen poetry. But life is in flux at the moment. Seasons are ending and new ones are beginning and I'm going about the business of finding myself again.