My Will: In Glorious Technicolour
A Poem About an Everyday Pioneer.
I am a vivid pandemonium
In vibrant escalation
A solitary sunbeam
In a prism of fascination
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I am a crusader for expectation
The steel within the light
A radical that has been set free
Choosing to dance before I fight
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I am a synesthetic orchestra
Rousing a joyous crowd
A milieu of euphoria
Playing loud and proud
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I am a kaleidoscope that has burst its banks
An iridescent hope-filled stream
A waterfall of celebration
Inside our fluid, lucid dream
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I am the illuminated darkness
I am the battle fought and won
Yes, I am here... and this... is me
And I am only just begun.
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Author's notes added 28.5.2023:
This was the first piece of writing that I posted on Vocal. It followed a rather harrowing time in my life. I was surfacing from a couple of bouts of cancer and thoroughly debilitating chemotherapy. It felt like my faculties were returning, and I wanted to shout about it from every rooftop - actual or digital!
I look back on this now, and, bluntly, this poem sounds ridiculously arrogant. Reading it, I feel like curling up inside, writing to Vocal and asking them to burn its incredibly cringe existence. I won't, though. We live and learn. I am not arrogant enough not to show people that I can write awful poetry. Hell... I often still do!
What I learnt here was that how you feel inside and why does not always translate. There are many elements of writing, and simply describing how you feel, how you are ready to take on the world, that you have discovered a confidence that had been shattered for years, does not matter to most people. Writers have a responsibility to hook into the hearts and minds of readers. This is a symbiosis that has to be respected. This poem is not, at its heart, respectful of this.
Hopefully, I have gotten better... or at the very least... hopefully, I am more aware of what matters.
About the Creator
Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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