When I was in University writing was my life. I took as many creative writing classes as they would let me. I don’t write the same way as I used too. Maybe because the world has changed. But about a month ago I found a bunch of CDR’S with my old writing on them. I ripped the files onto my computer but just the title of some of them made me scared to wake the beast. I wrote a lot about how drugs made the world better. I wrote a lot about dealing with my family, depression, anxiety, running away, freedom. I was questioning life a lot. I was also a stoner. So what can you do?! Anyway – way back in the day I wanted to publish a book of poetry. I used my creative writing classes to work on my poems – so I thought I would publish here some excerpts of the young Carols life.
Hear me shouting
Hear me laughing
Hear me crying
Hear me walking
Hear me running
Hear me as I speak with you hear me as you understand
Hear me in all my silence
Hear me raise my hand
Hear me slumped over the table
Hear me in the corner
Hear me as I fall and hear me as I hurt
Hear me, but don’t command
Hear me through all my pain
Hear me in the joy
Hear me it’s what I need
Hear me
I hear you
It is funny how easy it is for me now to analyze what young Carol was thinking but how at the time I thought I was being so evasive. I was just as normal as everyone else, I just didn’t know how to deal with normal emotions. Once I go through all my poems I will start throwing down some new work.
Happy Sunday,
XOXO
C
