Beck's Poetry

When I first began to write poetry, I did so from the viewpoint that my work was so bad that I would never share it because no one would ever want to read it.

 

Obviously, over time, something changed because if it hadn't, then this website wouldn't be here today. So, what changed?

 

I found myself in the depths of one of the deepest depressions that I have been through and, in order to cope with the thoughts and feelings that I had jumbling around in my mind, I turned to something I loved to do, which was writing. It just worked out that poetry was the better option for me at that time because I didn't much care for writing my life story.

 

I started out sharing my poetry on a Facebook group for survivors of abuse and it wasn't long before I started to get comments from people who could relate to what I had written. I was so jaded by life at the time that I took them with a pinch of salt though... surely, they didn't mean it and where just saying it to make me feel better?

 

I repeated my experiment a couple more times, each time, I posted on a different website, using a different name... yet, the compliments kept on coming. Why? I didn't understand and in the end, I resorted to a state of surrender because I knew that people are going to do what people are going to do and there's little that you can say or do that will change that.

 

In the end, I found myself with a fan club and being approached for dedicated, personal works... and I complied with the request. It felt amazing when the guy who first approached me told me that his wife loved my poem, and he was going to copy it into a valentine's day card for his wife.

 

I eventually came to the conclusion that my work must be good if all these people keep saying that it is and I'm being approached for unique, personal and one off pieces.

 

Now that I find myself faced with the closure of yet another place where I like to share my poetry, I have figured that it is time to finally create somewhere that I can share my work together in one place that won't be taken down so that it can be enjoyed by others as and when they feel like enjoying a nice poem or two.