And So I Write - Poem by Roche Kester
Books and plays, poems and prose
what would compel me to vocalise my woes
my hurt, my pain,
my joy, my rage,
see it goes beyond just staying sane.
I write these lines to etch in time
my life line.
I write to shine,
to renew consciousness,
yours and mine.
I write to remind myself of my fight,
and my journey towards the light.
And then I write for you.
I haven’t met you yet but I know you are here
waiting patiently until I’ve written enough for you to appear.
Because I want to be ready, capable and steady
and give you a legacy that you’ll always be proud of.
I write so that you can live in the assurance of your greatness,
enabling you to float through life weightless
and be internally confident
regardless of what the world’s state is.
I write so that when you go school
you’ll be that cool, because your mother’s poem
is on the prescribed reading list
and you’d be a master analyst
because you would know
that these words are home to where your heart is.
I write so that you know you were part of my dreams
interwoven meticulously in who I want to be,
exciting the prospects of loving unconditionally
even if you’ll resemble your father more than you resemble me.
So yes, a part of me writes for the name,
the prospect of fame,
but in it lies no shame
because ultimately there is a aim -
My unborn children need to know
that by vocalising my woes,
my hurts, my pain, my joy, my rage
on page and stage,
I visualised the way in which they would see me,
And so, I write.
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