The Journey of Now has been around for awhile now. I've been known, from time to time, to share some poetry from another lifetime ago.
I have not tried my hand at any new, sappy poems for years now. I'm not even entirely sure one can call them poems. They are a glimpse into the mind of a forlorn man. A man-child with bigger, romantic ideas of the world who was suffering a broken heart. (See. Sappy.)
Okay. Not all of them were like that, but a majority were. Going back to old writing is always quite the adventure and the learning experience. For example, my early 20's self referred to, in my writing, every female a girl. No matter the age, the word was girl and not woman.
I'm hopeful I have gained new insight and learned more as my life as a writer has (supposedly) progressed. Time will continue to tell. One thing is for certain: I hope I never stop growing and learning.
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As for now, here's a poem from 2005.
A smile that eases pain
except that of your own
You gave one percent
and I returned it with rejection
Heart fell apart
and tears crashed to the floor.
The door opened again
and the roles reversed.
It's a long climb back
and each step is fragile
In the end,
we will be back at the top.
Will the distance be bridged?