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Poetry- my new love. You know when a love is new it is almost like an obsession. It becomes all you want to do, all you want to know, all you think about, all you talk about and you can’t imagine a day without this new profound love of yours. The honeymoon phase I believe people call it. That has been poetry and me for the past couple of months. We have been totally locked in and it has been one of the greatest, most healthiest relationships I have ever been in. I am allowed to be me; authentically and unapologetically. Free of all guilt, shame, worry, and judgment. There is much to explore and just when I think I catching on more things get introduced to me. I learn something new every day and get challenged in every possible way. Poetry turns me on and lights an absolute fire in me that I’m praying doesn’t burn out anytime soon. I am in way too deep and I am totally okay with it.

Poetry and I have reached a point in our relationship where I am ready to hard launch and share my love with you all. I soft launched a bit in the previous season when we were still getting to know one another which is considered the modern day talking stage. We have been through so much since then and have truly built a firm foundation.

The poem I present to you today is a fragment of a larger poem you have already seen, previously titled the art of nonchalant. I had my walls up pretty high and was stuck in my stubborn ways due to my past during this point of my relationship with poetry. I saw things very black and white, but poetry showed me everything in between and more. It honestly comes as no surprise that I fell so deeply in love shortly after.

The poem has now been renamed and revised. Over the next couple of weeks, I will be presenting each fragment so you may sit with a piece at a time and enjoy it to its entirety.

So here it goes…

Me>Them

I remember the time all the feelings were new

I remember when all the feelings grew

grew so much I couldn’t see a way through.

Through feelings I couldn’t control

feelings I couldn’t put on hold,

consumed my entire being

hindered my ability of farseeing.

Put Their wants and needs over mine

just to stop Them from leaving.

I,

should have been the one leaving.

Speaking of my honeymoon phase with poetry, this poem starts off speaking about the honeymoon phase of a relationship. How that honeymoon phase can be exhilarating as if you are living a dream, dancing among the clouds and then you are blindsided by reality. Those insane 100mph feelings in the beginning are the most dangerous drug in the world. You form attachments and co-dependency, and one day you’re standing in a room alone and that high starts to wear off, and you stare in the mirror and you no longer recognize the person you see.

This is a self-love poem that has been through recollections of my own experiences and those around me. I’m like a sponge… Consider that my attempt at being a comedic relief after a hard reality check. However, it does serve towards my next point. I’m like a sponge in regards to how I absorb everything. Everything I hear, I see, I feel and I consider it truly a blessing and a curse. I gain so much perspective, the very perspective I come on here and try to piece all together like a collage of my life experiences and life experiences of others. I write to relate to you all and invite you to take it a step further and think about a lesson you have learned recently through the experiences of your own or others that has taught you more about who you are?

Don’t hesitate to answer the question in the comments or on the instagram story tomorrow morning:)

xoxo,

Kroddyrich💋