“Maybe the Beginning of Me”, Chapter 1

This is chapter one of my poetry collection titled “Maybe the Beginning of Me”.

Blossom

Writing a love poem while romantically in love or at least in the path of romantic love, is quite pure. It’s filled with absolute bliss that even the ugly is disguised with beauty. However, there is beauty without a doubt. I believe that everyone has or will have a person in their life that will always leave them with an abnormally wide smile. When you do find that person, you will see how bright the world can be.

If you’re lucky, you’ll understand how special romantic love can feel. There’s truth in that. This euphoria is not a stranger to those who are in love or have loved before. Being in love can feel like a painting in motion and both parties are the art subjects. Selfishly or not, each partner is the main character of a never-ending tale.

My words came naturally when writing this piece because I knew exactly what to write and what feelings to mention - only chaos and beauty. The love I felt marked the beginning of forever, an endless connection that will be filled with negative and positive emotions. Every image and every detail in this piece comes from a new perspective that I haven’t shared before. My feelings at this time were strong, vivid, but also very simple. Not many words are needed to explain love. I felt only hope, opportunity, joy, and warmth when writing this.

Can you see Me?

This piece is dedicated to someone new. It’s not quite a love poem, but it is again a part of that path towards romantic love. This is the beginning of vulnerability. I’ve never been one to throw my feelings around especially when opening up to a person I barely know. I don’t take complete satisfaction in listening to a familiar stranger vent about bitter memories either.

This piece is about one particular moment in my life where I had to push myself to be understood. During this time it felt like the only way for me to solve the mixed feelings was to open up; this included showing the private and unattractive scars of myself that a lot of us try to brush off. 

What I remember most from this memory was my undivided attention towards this red light in the room. Red seemed too distorting. It was as if I and this special person were hiding in a scarlet fever dream, and they were attempting to make their truth my reality. All of a sudden I wanted to know every inch of this once familiar stranger and not have them walk out of my life without truly getting to know each other. Have you ever had a conversation with someone that you felt could make or break your relationship or connection with them forever? Maybe a friend? A family member, perhaps? An acquaintance with the potential to become so much more?

Comfortability isn’t promised and I think that’s a good thing. Otherwise, I wouldn’t carry the love I have today or have ever written this piece.

Read chapter two.

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