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Bringing Me Back Home: World Poetry Day with Viking

It’s 8:10 pm. Tuesday the 21st of March 2017. Exhaustion seared through every fibre of my body. I was sat at the top of my stairs phone in my hand surveying the damage all around me. Suddenly the words flowed through my fingers and I started tapping away on the screen of my phone.

Olivia turned 11 today. At 3:55 pm on this day in 2006 she became the thing I loved most in the world. 11 years on, on her very birthday she reminded me that whilst she holds my heart, there is something else that lights a fire in me. A passion I forgot about for so many years and the very reason behind my blog.

Writing, to me, is the most natural thing in the world. I can’t believe what I have achieved via this blog and how much I miss it when I can’t write. My favourite section is my fiction one. It’s my baby, something I will nurture and grow and continue to develop from now on.

So when Viking asked me to get involved in World Poetry Day I couldn’t say no especially with it being Olivia’s Birthday too. They had a carefully thought out parcel to send me to assist me in developing my writing but unfortunately, it didn’t arrive in time.

I had planned to write a poem about and for Olivia. But I was at a loss for words, poems not being my strong suit. So I waited. Cutting it fine, I would rather not join in than post something I didn’t feel happy with. Then 8:10 pm came and this happened. I am posting it as it is. Poetry is not my forte, I am a story girl as you will know if you read my blog regularly, so this is raw and unedited, I felt it expressed what I wanted to say so much more like this.

I hope you like it.

the word love written in lights for the poem bringing me back home

Bringing Me Back Home

I was there
But I was not
Surrounded
Yet lost
Nothing made sense
Yet the way was so clear.

How could this be
How could I just not see
Not remember
What they were or what they meant
to me.

But the through the fog
Something broke through
A light
A pathway
It was then I just knew.

The words they appeared
Before me, just there
They flowed like a river
Written without care.

The passion ignited
A flame long forgot
Burning inside me
Put it out I shall not.

For this is my path
I can see it bright now
The words they will guide me
Bringing me back home.

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8 Comments

  1. Amie

    March 31, 2017 at 3:48 pm

    Beautiful poem 🙂 itsnt it strange how sometimes something so random can really give us a kick up the bum with writing!
    Thanks so much for linking up at #KCACOLS. Hope you come back again next Sunday

  2. Ali Duke

    March 29, 2017 at 8:25 pm

    I love this. it is beautiful. All of your writing is brilliant to me.
    #KCACOLS

  3. Sara | mumturnedmom

    March 28, 2017 at 5:37 pm

    This wonderful, absolutely love it. Really beautiful, I love free-flow poetry like this. #prose4t

  4. Lisa from Lisa's Life

    March 25, 2017 at 8:55 pm

    This is brilliant 🙂 You seem rather good at last minute poetry to me!

    Hope your daughter had a super birthday too x

  5. Maria

    March 24, 2017 at 11:59 pm

    Well for someone that claims they aren’t good at poetry – you could have fooled me!! It’s lovely and I think you should write more poems!!

    Thank you for linking up to #KCACOLS and I hope to see you back again next Sunday x

  6. Cara

    March 23, 2017 at 1:51 pm

    Love it, especially when you turn into Yoda at the end of the penultimate stanza 😉 I do that so often in my poems!

  7. Sara

    March 22, 2017 at 10:35 am

    Oh this is absolutely beautiful! You have a real talent! And happy 11th birthday to your gorgeous daughter! Thank you for sharing #KCACOLS

  8. Agent Spitback

    March 21, 2017 at 10:28 pm

    I love this! So poignant and real.

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