A blast from my past
Digging around under my old bed back home has produced several notebooks from my college days. Most of them are filled with cringeworthy and best forgotten experiments in art and metaphor. But I did write this:
Poetry, by Kady
There's something about writing that I really like. It's not the arm ache (of course) Or the formation of words
The way you can make your words look just like you They are you Your life, your heart, your soul In someone else's ink, like a fingerprint in paint
Everyone can see it
(When you write stuff)
That it's totally you
Hello world, this is Kady! You know?
Writing lets you lapse comfortably into fiction, and you barely notice it
Writing is to the mind what dancing is to the soul
And you release everything, permanently
(Not like with pencil, that's just crap.)
Now, I wrote that when I was about 16 or 17... while I was on a graphic design course. Copywriting was not initially the career path I decided to go down. But there was clearly something in me trying to get out at that point.
Finding this notebook again was a bit of a shock. I don't have reams of teen angst poetry hiding in a box file under the stairs or anything like that. Just some little, blink-and-you'll-miss-it hints that I'd eventually swap tablets for keyboards. There are a few more in here that I might well share...