Dear unknown, my John or Jane doe
So it’s been a short while since I wrote,
A poem, a micro poem or even a rhyming couplet.
I’ve been back under a cloud, sad to say it’s been a dark week or so,
I want to get back out of the rut. So I’m writing this.
A letter into the abyss
Of online semantical depths of a potential echo.
They say to write what you know,
What’s true to you, say it as so.
But sometimes that’s not something anyone would want to read.
I always try to write for ‘another me’ to pay it forward
To those who may take comfort that they are not alone,
Or just because I see, feel or hear something poetical.
Self indulgent really, to a point.
I hope to be back in my stride soon
But to write what I know
Write and feel what I feel
Can sometimes feel
Than keeping it bottled up inside.
So, dear John, the John Doe – or Jane,
What’s in a name?
I hope you’ll take my silence as read.
I want to believe it’s a strength,
Protecting those to whom some of my demons are tethered,
In some vein hope I can retain a sense of hope.
Hope, my current endeavour.
I’ll be back on scribbles,
I’ll be drawing and sketching again.
But for now my heart and mind need protection
From my passionate desire and dark passengers
Who haunt me
This letter is a declaration of hope.
A shout to those on the edge of despair,
Join me on the brink of somethingness,
A defiant gesture to the ghosts and apprehension
So… I –
I thank you for reading,
Dear John and/or Jane,
And I hope to be with you,
Thanks for your ongoing support folks, much appreciated,
Be well and stay strong,