I liked a man, he didn’t like me back
I loved a man, he didn’t love me back
I liked myself, I liked myself back
It took a while but
I love me, and I love myself back
I thought I was broken
But
Love and like never mean broken
They mean capable of
Love and like again and again
Until it fits
Over the next few weeks, I’ll be adding poetry to this site that I wrote before I was brave enough to call myself a poet. Some poems may even come with basic doodles and illustrations. It has taken me a while to find my poet voice but it has been an overall fun experience. I like looking back to see how my work has evolve. This poem seemed like a fitting introduction to this project:
The vines of life
always cross
but never do they seem
to get lost
one way and
then the other
never stopping
or losing their direction
but always seeking,
going
until
they
find
their place
Sometimes on journeys
You end up right back where you started
With all the twists
And all the turns
And those extra fun and complicated route deviations
That take you right back where you started
But somehow it all looks
Different
Like you have never been there before
But it is right back where you started
And it is good.
D.S. Hollie 