I have always wanted to write poetry. I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it but it seems now is as good a time as ever. What can I lose. The likelihood anyone will read it is slim. If they do read it, they don’t know me and I don’t know them. It seems a safe place and an appropriate time to try.
The real question should be, I guess, why should I. What is the purpose.
I suspect some people write poetry to make others feel something. They want to make others see life the way they feel it should be. They want to share an experience. To relate something that happened to them or around them.
I suspect others want to entertain. Through fear, laughter, shock and depravity. They attempt to alter our mood by unexpectedly changing our direction.
I hope this isn’t as arrogant as it sounds. I will write what entertains me. What makes me cry. What scare me. What I think about and what makes me think. In short, this will be all about……………… me. If you find something that moves you, that carries you away, well, your welcome to join-in on the ride…But when we’re done, when you’ve had enough and it’s time to get back to wherever it is you came from. Remember, it was about me and what it means to be…
Within My Skin.
Enjoy.
