The Power Of Gift Poetry
Looking back on my life, and seeing how it has changed over the past ten years, one can see the power of poetry. And the immense power that comes from following your dreams. Ten years ago, my 35-year-old self was the most lost of all. I was a mother to a young family and struggled to keep a job in the logistics sector. I was paid well and worked hard. Although I was tired when I got home, I had trouble falling asleep at night. My addictions to gambling, nicotine, and alcohol were growing in severity and I was less happy with the way my life was going. Yes, I had the beautiful house, attractive wife, and beautiful children. A high-paying job, great holidays, and all that comes with a successful career. But I wasn't happy. My heart was heavy on Monday mornings because I was so stressed. Friday night I felt better, but it had been a stressful week. Sunday morning was the worst. I would feel normal again on Sunday, but then it would all start over again. I was amazed at how easy it was to write poetry at school. Growing up, I was always creative. I believe most children are. You know that poetry is not a viable career. So I chose to pursue a career as a logistics professional. In the end, I stopped writing for twenty years. We were encouraged to tap into our artistic side during a management course. That inspired "What If?" The rest of the story followed a few months later. This period was a testament to the life-changing power of poetry for me. This was my attempt to take a critical look at the middle-aged tremors I was feeling.Happy Shayari
Happy ShayariWhat happens if my hair falls out? What if my budget is not sufficient and he chooses a better suit? What if my feet become so heavy that I cannot touch my toes anymore? What if my wife leaves me for a younger man? What if my little girl is the same way? Would she ever become a mother? He said, "You have the big C," and I was then run over as I walked out of his surgery. What if they hit the button on every human being? What if there were hell on Earth, and man was playing his last role? What if there was a heaven, and I wasn't good enough? It has been a wonderful time and I trust that fate will bring me happiness. A Gift of Poetry I was enrolled in a leadership course a few months before I started this. I learned many skills to help me get through my ever-busier days. These skills included negotiation, time and stress management, team building, and negotiation. They also taught us how to really ask ourselves questions in just a few days. Who are you? Which direction are you heading?
What are your strengths? What are your artistic talents? That last question was what reactivated the artist and poet in me. Although I remember being able to put together a few rhymes at school, I was not very good at writing poetry once I finished my homework assignment. It was not true that I picked it up again for twenty years. The result was surprising. The result was surprising, to be honest. I didn't know I had removed the stopper from the bottle. It contained over 1000 poems, which I wrote over the next 10 years. I showed the poem to friends and was amazed at the support I received. So much so that I began to write more poems by the end of the first year. They were all about life. The idea was to pick up some ideas and create a story poem. As most budding poets will soon discover, I ran out of ideas. It was writer's block. I call it lackluster inspiration. Whatever you want, it stopped me from writing. This was when I was least productive, at least in writing. I moved on with my corporate life.