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Sometimes when my head is full, I let my thoughts out through poetry…
I write and it feels good… I read my poems out loud, on my own in my room, like a mini performance just for me and as I hear myself say the words, it feels like therapy
…And then I forget all about the little notepads I’ve scribbled in and find them many moons later, shoved at the back of drawers and under my bed! Shambles!
It’s time for change!
…Today I would like to share one of my many poems with you!
I wrote it almost 10 years ago and only shared it with my mum 2 weeks ago, so this is actually a pretty big thing for me!
Like this blog post, sharing my poetry is long overdue (SORRY! My time keeping will get better, promise!)
I really hope you enjoy it!
[Deep breath… Annnnd post!]
Happy
There’s no point starting afresh
With the same frame of mind that got you in to this mess
SO…
Might as well let life flow
Try to plant happiness, you reap what you sow
Here we go…
Not a lone woman, but my own woman
Not an “I” land, but no more “My man“
Do you see?
You feel me?
…I’m gonna do me!
I can be FREE!
But I can’t lie, everyone likes company
But from who?
Friends, family…
My baby…
…Baby Daddy?
Well…
What the hell
Might as well have him on the list
Rather than off the list
I don’t want to be a solo artist
I’m not that great a vocalist
But…
What I’m trying to say is…
I CAN DO THIS!
…But do I want this?
All this shit wasn’t on the list!
It’s not written down,
So it doesn’t need a tick
QUICK!
Somebody give me a hug…
I’m just looking for somebody to love
But wait…
My friends, my family
My baby
…Baby Daddy
And what about ME?
And last, but not least WoMan like
G
O
D
See?
Shouldn’t She make me happy?
Make my grey days seem sunny?
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine”
So I know I’ll be fine…
Right?
I think I lost sight…
Of what is important…
The only thing that is certain…
Faith the size of a mustard seed can move a mountain
It’s not a joke thing
So could you imagine
If my faith grew to the size of a pumpkin
…Or something
…Let me not get ahead of myself, I have a tendency to do that
But I can work on that!
Lets start small and see where we end at…
A pinch of salt
A grain of sand
I’m not on my own God is holding my hand
No!
Scratch that She is carrying me!
Sand…
Footprints…
Let me not get too deep and…
Cry…
No!
Smile…
“Though my heart is aching
Smile, even though its breaking”
No!
I’m smiling, because I am growing!
I confess I am healed, before it is done
But it has begun!
She loves me so deeply
She sent me Her son
So I’ll take this new frame of mind and run!
…Fly with it! Take it deeper than the depths of the sea!
Why?
Because Her only son died for me…
Her Baby, for my baby!
My friends
My family
EVERYBODY!
…My Baby Daddy?
Because I am loved, I can look back fondly
What will be…
What is TRULY meant to be
WILL BE
Despite me!
I’ve had a break through
She has a plan for me, true?
So why am I chasing you?
STOP!
I think now it’s time to get deep
When you look in the sand and see one set of feet don’t weep
Know that you’re safe in the palm of Her hand
And She won’t let you go till She knows you can stand
On your own two
But not just you…
Because She is in you
And shines out of YOU
And when You and I
Can stand up and say from the depths of our hearts
That this is TRUE
Then Me and You
Can truly
Be FREE!
For You to do You
And Me to do Me…
…And understand what it really means to be HAPPY
A poem By Rachel aka Bald Font
Thanks for reading…
Love Bald Font XX
Heart on my sleeve
I wear my heart on my sleeve… back, neck, tummy, wrist, thigh, ankle, bum and pelvis ❤
Literally…
…I’m referring to my tattoo’s 🙂 I love’em, I love’em, I love’em! Really I do!
Each one tells a story, some happy, some sad, some deep, some not so deep… But each VERY important to me and my journey …So if at any point you feel the need to express a negative opinion about them …DO NOT! Because with every word, you would actually be insulting my story…
That’s right, my Story!
It gets deeper…
Up until a few months ago, I would never have admitted that sometimes I feel depressed. Who ME!?! Depressed? No way! I just feel a little down, a nap will sort it and I’ll be back on track tomorrow
…I also would never, ever (ever!) link any of my beautiful drawings to self harm …ever!
But now…
…I’m not 100% sure …Its crazy!
I feel like a flower blossoming when I sit in the tattoo chair, like each drawing adds beauty to my being
But…
…The sting of the needle as it crosses my skin and tells the stories that are in my head, feels good to me… I love it …I feel strong!
Sitting in the chair not moving… No fidgeting, no sound bar the buzz of the needle… No breaks …I sit until the masterpiece is complete and after enduring the pain, I look at the pretty markings and I feel good.
It’s a release…
Are the two connected? I genuinely don’t know…
I obviously cannot speak for every single tattooed human being in the entire universe and I’m not trying to… I can only speak for myself
What if for me, they are connected in some way? …Could you imagine? …Would you still flippantly express your dislike of my tattoos? Would you still casually pick apart my “scars” ?
…It only crossed my mind days ago, during a counselling session, that the connection could even be a possibility…
I don’t think it’s why I do it… I LOVE my little doodles
But would it still feel good to you with your bare skin, to shower me with criticisms, whilst I desperately try to explain and justify the potential mini cries for help permanently etched on to my skin?…
The stylised peacock feather on my ankle = For my Dad (RIP) …It started as a small flower, but evolved overtime into the big piece it is today, much more fitting for the man he once was
The coloured butterflies on my forearm = 2 out of 3 miscarriages, my little rainbow babies the only coloured tattoos I have
The Roman numerals on my back = My daughters birthday …her Dad has the same …Can you believe that we once had a baby making, matching tattoos type of love? LOL! How things change!!!
My roses and honey suckle = The flowers of my birth month and a representation of me blossoming as I learn to love myself more
The two butterflies that fly among the flowers mentioned above = My daughter and I, beautiful, happy and free
The flower on my bum = Ironically, covers a scar caused by the injections I get to prevent my severe hayfever! Hayfever is a BISH and the scar was upsetting
My Ankh = Sits above the space that my right fallopian tube should be, but isn’t anymore. The Ankh represents Life …Life that I will create in the future, despite the missing tube… Speak it in to existence …And in my case draw it too 🙂
My Lotus’ (I have 3) = My growth… the lotus grows up through murky, swampy water to blossom in to something absolutely beautiful… Like me …I hope!
There are more pretty pictures etched lovingly on to my skin; an Om, the Zen circle, “Success” written in arabic on my neck, because failure is not an option! … And more. Each is a piece of me.
Some people write diaries, some people paint pictures …some write poetry, some even choreograph dances to express their feelings …I express my feelings on my skin …and although it may not be for you…
…IT’S NOT FOR YOU! …IT’S FOR ME!
Each is a stepping stone to feeling better, they make me happy
Is that a bad thing?
..My tattoo’s (my story) make me feel (more) Beautiful, they are part of who I am …I am a living work of art …& the last time I checked not one of them makes me a bad person …Soooo if you don’t approve, that’s ok! Just don’t poo, poo my Life Story with your personal opinions on the matter …You do not have to like my tattoos, not even a little bit …Just keep that view to yourself, thank you, please!
I’ve made a pinky promise to myself, to be unapologetically ME! 🙂
Imperfectly Perfect
Love yourself first… The rest will follow
Stories In Bald Font 