Dropped the Dagger

I’ve dropped the dagger

And picked up the paintbrush.

I’ve traded hatred

For happiness.

I’ve dumped sadness

For sunshine.

Found a way

To believe in myself.

Stopped self

Doubting myself.

Found a way

To live.

Breathe.

My poetry as my life

Will change.

Pitying myself in places

But screaming in others

But it shall retain

A will to live

And never slip away.



(Wrote 13/06/1998 just before I left work to go to university and by the look of things likely a commentary about how unsettled I had been with my life at that stage).