Dusty Poems 12

Welcome to another poem in the Dusty Poems series, where I share poems I wrote nearly 20 years ago. After I wrote this series of poems, I didn’t write poetry again until I picked it up a few years ago. Now, I have a published poetry book, I’m the President of our state poetry society WyoPoets (at least as of the time this was posted), I host a monthly poetry reading, and I find myself surrounded by poetry in disbelief that it took over my life so quickly. And there’s something about looking back at my life, and realizing that there were hints early on of this hidden passion of mine. Writing was always a known desire of my heart, but poetry I feel took me unaware.

I hope you enjoy this series. It’s been interesting for me to look at these old pieces, and I hope you’re enjoying them too.

How will you learn to ease the pain
When every problem looks the same
Another example of your own failure
Another resentment against yourself
Another silent cry for help
Another picture of your ill health
Screaming until no one hears
Crying about your worst fears
Exclaiming with your wealth of tears
Escaping nothing in the end
And finding yourself alone once again