I've always wanted to write, however I get the same fear and anxiety I get when sitting infront of the word processor as I do when I pick up a pencil to draw. I know it's all about practice, but this morning when I woke up I just had an idea for a poem, so I forced myself to sit down and write it out.
And well, here it is:
While digging another hole in freshly disturbed soil,
I clutched the rough wooden handle of my dulled spade,
And thrust deep into the ground, meeting little resistance,
Yet still the timber grain of the shovel
Dragged against the caloused skin of my tired hand,
Splintering off a fine shard into my finger.
It had come as no surprise,
Infact I had been more prepared for injury, however slight
Than I was for progress, however slight.
Being guarded in this manner, anticipation helped to dull the pain
But had caution contributed to this outcome?
I clawed at the fragment under my skin,
My broken fingernails, clumsy
And not designed for this delicate task,
Pushed the tiny wooden needle further
And more painfully, deeper.
Yet I had no other option,
I knew that I must remove this splinter
From my finger, or risk infection and poison,
That would surely take my finger, and with it my hand
Perhaps my arm.
And then, how would I dig?
For I had looked at the others
Around me, digging their own holes in their own grade of soil,
Their excavations more guided and purposeful than mine
Sometimes successful, sometimes in vain.
And I knew that, whatever I was digging for,
Still remained buried.
I'd be interested in hearing if anyone has the faintest idea at what I'm alluding to here, but I'll throw the explanation in a spoiler just incase it's not very clear.
I recently broke up with my very long term girlfriend and have been courting another girl. I'm not 100% sure if it's going too well and it might have been far too soon to start something with someone else, but I tried anyways.
This is my first post in the Writers Block and my first piece of writing in many years (since I was a kid, and it just came so much more naturally). So I'm totally aware that it's not an amazing piece of writing, however constructive criticism would be very much appreciated!