Writing poetry has been a passion of mine ever since I learned how to write. However, for the past couple of years, I have been determined to complete my next book in the Inspire Me Series, titled “Inspire Me: Awakening Dreams.” Lately, though, my thoughts have been clouded and focused on sci-fi short stories instead. My goal is to finish this poetry book by summer so that I can fully dedicate myself to the short stories. It’s strange how my writing habits have changed – from writing multiple poems a week to only one a month. Perhaps it’s due to the pandemic, or the loss of my mother and close friend soon after. Strange Thing Grief, is the title of one of my upcoming poems, referring to how grief has affected all aspects of my life. Simple things are no longer simple. Writing poetry used to be therapeutic for me, but lately my emotions have been too heavy to express through writing. This poem, “Bound,” is from my previous book Inspire Me Series: Book 1 & 2 and is a glimpse into my upcoming collection.
Bound
Sorrow sweeps through my soul like
The sword of yesteryear
Waves of sorrow smash upon my heart
Reminding me of you
Of your love
Of your kindness
I drown in the eventual stillness, gasping for air
Why was life so unfair to you?
But it’s me who doesn’t let go
It’s me who feels guilty for not
suffering your loss longer
If I hold on to that feeling, then the memory
Of you doesn’t slip away
Miss the feeling of our etheric touch
I dreamt of seeing your soul last night
but I had tied a rope to it
You kept trying to fly away
But I kept pulling you back—You turned to me, broken
Today I cry and let you go—release you from the earth plane
The rope unties and I see your smiling soul fade away