The second and final part of the Introduction to Fourteen to Fortyish: The Formative Years:
The sweet spots in writing these poems have been found in the highest of highs - "There's no drug like adrenaline," as ALIAS character, Sydney Bristow said - and in the lowest of lows. There's hardly ever an in-between. The journey has not been all beautiful, nor all ugly. But, it is written.
The poems are laid out in phases, and within each, in chronological order - from early teens to Fortyish. This anthology spans almost three decades. (My, when I put it like that!) I've written poems on the pages of notebooks - when I should have been paying attention in Physics class. I've recorded them on a mixed tape, just for the then love of my life. I've written them on fancy stationery created using Corel Draw, just for the then love of my life. I've emailed them and SMS'd them, just for the then love of my life. I've WhatsApp'd them and BBM'd them, just for the then love of my life. I've blogged them and tweeted them - as coded messages - just for the then love of my life. And, I've written them and kept them in my journal, or in Keep, just for me.
I've often written that what would please me most after publishing, is for at least one person to say they can relate. Relatability. Hey, slicing my heart open does not hurt as much as having it broken. If you can relate to this, if you have loved and lost and loved and lost and loved and lost and may be wondering what it is you did or didn't do, this one's for you. Relate to this, too: Hope floats. I still believe in true love.
Sometime along the journey, I learned happiness is a choice. I could sit and mope about what I don't have, or I could count my blessings and see that I have much to be thankful for. And, I am learning to live in each moment - the gift of right now.
All I have is this moment and a choice.