As a typical 12-year-old girl, I believed nobody would listen, could understand or care. The need to get my feelings out, however, could not be silenced as the words poured through me on to the page. The simple poetic pattern became a comforting rhythm, like a lyrical lullaby for my tortured teenage soul. For decades, the poems wrote me – silently scripting my inner fears, desires, lessons and confusion. I wrote to no one, save the Universe, but somehow it was enough.
Why poems? I honestly don’t know.
I always preferred stories and songs to poetry. I used to think poems were for sissies. You see, I was more of a tomboy growing up – climbing trees, scaling mountains, fishing, playing golf barefoot and wishing I could play baseball and football with the boys. I had a mean throwing arm and could hit golf balls and baseballs farther than quite a few boys.
For years my poems were a secret. Only when I saw a friend struggle with something familiar would I would share a piece of poetic insight. To my surprise, it seemed to help. You see, we all share the same human experiences. While the names, places and circumstances are unique to our story, we all strive for the same things – love, acceptance, to be heard and understood. Our heartbreaks and triumphs are part of our collective conscious. We are all more alike than different.
Then one day, just as suddenly as the poems popped into my head, they disappeared. My life didn’t magically morph into a utopian existence, but things quietly faded into an inner comfort of knowing that others could understand and would listen.
It could be a coincidence that my need to write poems stopped when I started telling other people’s stories. After earning a BA in Communications from UNLV, I began sharing the stories of companies and nonprofits. In 2002, I started a new chapter and opened my own company, Blue Cube Marketing Solutions.
Stories are powerful. Whether etched on a cave wall, inked with pen on paper or imprinted in our minds our history is passed down from generation to generation through stories. Legacies lie in the lives touched by these stories.
Everyone has a story someone in the world needs to hear. This is why I decided to publish a compilation of my poems entitled Poetic Justice: Lessons of love, life & relationships. Whether you’re inspired by music, dance, painting or prose, express yourself. Someone needs to hear your story for inspiration, insight or to know they’re not alone. This is part of my story. Thank you for listening.