Writing for me has always been an outlet it seems. Whenever I’m going through things writing is always there. It’s a way to express myself without feeling judgment from others and lately I have been particularly stressed out and anxious about certain things, which is why I decided to write a poem off the top of my head. I quite often get moments like those when I’m dealing with something and I wish I could just find the right words to showcase how I’m feeling. Here is the poem that I wrote:
I feel like I’m drowning
With no support
Lost at sea with anxiety filled rage
Needing to scream but I can hardly even breathe
I feel like I’m stuck in time
Drowning beyond belief
With nothing in view
But my own fears and insecurities
*I feel like my poetry can be of service to some people. Sometimes people feel like they have no one to understand them, and my goal as a writer is to connect with people, to let others know that they’re not alone in this fight. It’s like one of my favorite Steinbeck quotes says, “A writer, out of loneliness, is like a distant star sending signals.” I always feel that quote so deeply because I truly understand. As a writer we’re trying to find other like us, who understand where we’re coming from. Writing can be a very therapeutic hobby and it can honestly help you assess your feelings and situation.
Every writers journey is different. Everyone has a different process of how they create. Some writers can write everyday and others rather write when they’re hit with inspiration. I’m the latter. I rarely write everyday unless I’m hit with inspiration everyday. I love writing poetry about what I’m going through in the moment or what emotion I’m feeling in that moment. I once wrote a poem about why I write. I think it summed up perfectly the different reasons why I write. Below is my poem:
I write to fill the pain
I write to avoid the pain
I write to understand the pain
I write to embrace the pain
I love to write because I can express who I am
When I feel like no one hears me
I write because sometimes…just sometimes I feel misunderstood
Writing is my release to unleash the pain inside
And sometimes I even create the pain
Pain for whatever…
It really doesn’t matter.
It just gives me something to write about.
*I remember writing this entirely on a whim. I was at work and the words just came to me.
“What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?”~Langston Hughes
*This is one of my favorite poems by the highly esteemed Harlem Renaissance writer Langston Hughes. This may be one of Hughes’ most famous poems and I especially love this poem in connection with the play, A Raisin in the Sun, which got its name from this poem. I feel like this poem really sets up the story of the play and the plot of the play is really built around this poem. It’s all about dreams. Essentially, what happens when you don’t follow your dreams? Based off of this poem it seems like Hughes’ is trying to convey the message that not following your dreams can have unpleasant consequences. When you think about your dreams and you stew over the fact that you can’t get anywhere, the weight of it all can be maddening. In the play this reaction is most notable in the character Walter Younger who had dreams of going into business for himself by using his dead father’s insurance money. He became obsessed. It’s almost like the dreams that he had were eating him up inside. I think this is a very good poem to reflect on. Tell me what are your thoughts on this poem? Here I’ve posted a link to the poem