So, it has been a little while since I have done this. In fact, I think it is fair to say that I have failed the challenge of writing a poem every day this year, given I haven’t done one since the end of July. I knew it was ambitious and I over-stretched myself but I am glad I tried it. I think out of the 100-200 poems I did write in that time frame – I was writing more than one a day at one point – I maybe have about 3 or 4 that I can actually work in to something which is a success of sorts.
I actually started doing this challenge in January because I was in the midst of a depression, I had not written anything for months and wanted an exercise to get me just doing something, anything again. Getting some words down. That is something I achieved whilst doing this from the start of the year to July. I did write some things. I managed to get myself out of the depression too. I came off the antidepressants and things started looking up.
It has not been plain sailing of course, nothing is. I am still fighting my depression on a daily basis. I have just had to take a new job in a call centre of all places because my previous job were a horde of succubi. Since the start of the year though, we have released 3 really strong issues and have another one we are just about to start editing. I finally obtained my degree, after seven long years and we have started planning our wedding. That’s right, the very beautiful Keri and I are shackling to each other next year, on my 30th birthday until the day we are either raptured or eaten by raptors. those are the only two logical endings as far as I can see.
We also spent an incredible (almost) week up in Edinburgh for the Fringe festival where we saw some incredible shows, made some brilliant friends and had a few cheeky beers on the way. Not too many. Have you seen the cost of a pint up there? We’re not collectively Rockefeller!
Anyway, enough of the amble, pre or otherwise. I’m back with a poem. Since the start of July, I have not really written much and after 8 hours today of being called a cunt on the phone, I do not really have much in my head but I am going to force myself to write something to kick this off again because writing is too important. I would also be a fool if I did not chose today, National Poetry Day, to actually write some verse!
Here is a poem.
Take my hand and fly with me,
above the trees, amongst the birds.
Forget the words that you have heard
that humans were not meant to fly.
Take my hand and up we’ll go,
above the clouds to kiss the sky,
climbing higher and higher again
until it all just fades to black
where we can feel the hot, pure sun
upon our backs.
Take my hand amongst the stars
through galaxies and supernovas
sailing on to the unknown
where there are no words
to hold us down
tether us to weakened ground
because human beings were meant to fly
up to the sky and far beyond.
Take my hand for this I know and one thing else,
that flying on through asteroids and dancing on infinity
is well and good but I could not ever imagine
doing this alone.
Down in the pits of real life
I have a deep foreboding of
the things that might lurk in the dark
but up hear in the silent black
all my fears just melt away
because on one very special day
you took my hand and flew away