Member Rara Avis
Most of the important events in my life, since I was a young teen, have triggered at least one or two poems, and often many, many more than just the one or two. Poetry is not only the way I cope with life, it's usually the way I explain life to myself. The writing somehow forces me to see things in ways I would never have seen without it, and I never fail to learn something about myself when I put words to paper.
Yet in spite of that, and in spite of KNOWING it would help, I still haven't written about the death of my parents. It will be five years this August that my dad died, and four years the same month for Mom. And I haven't written a single word, nor have I even tried. Why?
Lack of courage, I suppose.
I'm afraid I could never capture the emotions well enough to make others understand and feel what I felt and feel. I'm afraid I would fail miserably in the attempt. And I think I'm even more afraid that I might not fail.