I realise I’ve been uploading a lot of poems and little else. I feel like I’m getting back in the game and need to catch up, so I’m posting an array of new and old in the hopes my blog will represent how I spend my time, what I think about, what I care about, and how I view the world. Not that it’s been anything other than that. But I want the poetry I’m proud of to have a place here, and that means posting them. So here you are, my third and final (for now) poem I wrote using this blog post I wrote last winter.
Winter (Written by Sarah Bennett)
it’s the middle of winter but feels like spring / life feels fresh / bright / full / I spend afternoons in the garden / I am trying to create a bed bursting with flowers / bees / hope / giving to something else can fill you up too / I spend my nights with words / reading / writing / I’m learning to write more about what’s on the inside of me / rather than what has happened to me / is it working / heartache is real but there is so much more to me than the parts that hurt / I will draw them out with a pen and fill in the blanks / my heart is a home / people have come and gone / but this heart is growing and filling my bones / lungs / limbs / for a lot of my life the future scared me / the thought of things happening out of my control / things I did not choose for myself / not knowing how things would turn out scared me / these days / I welcome uncertainty / I welcome not knowing what the future holds / do I trust God more than I used to / or / am I simply learning to accept what I cannot know / there is so much I do not know / I stop wondering what if / embrace the mercy that is every new morning I have the privilege of waking up to / I read books / I wish I could bottle them up and hand them out to everyone I meet because how can I describe what fills my soul without stealing their words / sentences / metaphors / I got a haircut yesterday / a trim / it looks the same / but it feels light / I feel light / life feels light / I have spent so many days searching for the light / joy isn’t one moment where everything changes / it’s the smaller moments that build you up / it is winter and I am paying attention / I think I am content
Let me know what you think! And rest assured, next week you should find my monthly reading instead of another poem. Ah, more words!