This Poet (Me Part One) Poem by alex sarich

Losing my Son I became lost
I grew a beard to disguise
my permanent frown
from those, I let down,
in my isolation, my heart
became trapped in ice
knowing well what I
ruin, who and what I love,
so I began to write
looking to heal.

Over the years feelings
that was frozen in time,
began to melt and flow my being
my sentient being now able
and willing to share those
emotions through my writing,
a closeness that once
eluded me but my
haunted past and regression
is still my nemesis
and daily struggle.