I’d always wanted a room of my own, and craved space and freedom to write. I’d been writing poems since college, but never had the patience to keep a journal together. I would write them on cocktail napkins and leave them for bartenders, or give them to boys on the street. I would leave them on trains, or write them on mirrors in lipstick. I never thought of myself as a poet; just as a poetic girl.
I’ve been writing and blogging for many years, and I make a living as a creative, but I just never thought I could become a poet. Then something clicked a couple of years ago. I never realized that you could just announce to yourself one fine day, what it is you want to be, and then become it. It’s been liberating, really.
I decided to go back to my roots and write poems. I wrote one each day and published them on my website beginning January 1, 2012. By spring I had carved out a special space for myself within the daily work of poetry. I realized that I had created a room of my own. I even told someone last summer that I was a poet. I called myself a ‘poEt’. Surprisingly they did not laugh. Instead they shook my hand and seemed intrigued.
I had reclaimed my passion and was becoming me again. It took a long time, but it sure felt good to get there.
My poetry is the way I scream. It is the way I love and cradle my despair. It’s how I feel human. And I hope it will be a gift to my children. I want them to know and understand this complex and messy woman. I want them to be able to see me from different angles, to peek into my mind. I hope I can give them a little comfort on some dark day in the future, that they can read my words and feel my love jump from the page.
I write poems for my boys, my husband, and for all of the people in my life that I have ever loved. Sometimes I write about the past just so I can create a poem that I wish I would have had back then. And I hope I write a poem that you love. I hope that it stays with you and gives you fire. I hope that it gives you that glow you get when you connect language with emotion and life.
That’s my hope.
Originally published in our print issue SPACE.