Poetic Dad

Hello friends! Welcome back to the blog! Hope you’ve enjoyed it thus far! So, per my last post, I basically filled you in on how I got to this point in my life. I think I maybe jumping forward and back in time as I post new content. So, for this post we can jump ahead to here and now. First off, how is everyone? I hope everyone is well and living their best life! Now that we’ve checked in, how about we dive in!

Life is a struggle. One that can eat you up and spit you out if you let it. As of today, it’s trying to bring me down and I’m doing the best I can to keep my head above water. I’m contemplating on taking on a new job—or rather a different realm of the same job. Travel Endoscopy Technician, that’s what I do for a living, I’m an Endoscopy Technician for a hospital that I love. I help doctors perform endoscopic procedures, from colonoscopies to bronchoscopies. So, in other words we look at the booty and lungs haha😅. Sorry just wanted to lighten things up.

It’s been a great job, that’s opened many doors during my time there. Lately though, even though I love it, it’s been hard. I want to move forward and feel a bit stagnant. Like as much as I do move I haven’t really moved ahead. So, let me take you back to it. I believe it was around December of last year. My hospital created a program to move up the ladder in nursing. Going from my Endo Tech position to a full fledge nurse. Which I was overly and enthusiastically excited for! Unfortunately it didn’t pan out how I’d hoped. The whole program just kind of fizzled out. That was it, I didn’t really hear from the program developers until recently. To be honest even that was a bit vague.

I’m still hopeful that something will work out in the end. But, I need to keep looking out for myself and my kids. Ultimately it’s about them, and providing the best life that I can for them and myself as well. It’s difficult sometimes to stay positive but positive I need to stay. Even in the face of all the difficult times that I find myself in, I keep telling myself that I’ll be ok. That I’m working on what I need to do to get where I want to be. I mean even this blog is something that is helping me get where I want to be. Getting to share my journey with you all, the good and the bad as it comes, its all a part of it. Especially when I get to dive in to my poetry.

I truly love writing poetry. It’s helped me through a lot in my life. I get to express myself in ways that I never really thought I could. Like with my job and it feeling stagnant. I get to write about that and let out how I feel and every frustration becomes real. Like there is no wrong or right in the words I write, and that’s the most amazing thing to me. Going to poetry events like readings and open mic’s is something I never thought I’d do. Check this video out.

Expanding my world with poetry is something that I can’t even begin to put into words. I truly feel realized, like the missing piece of myself was found through poetry. When I go to those readings and poetry events, mind you I’ve only just begun, I feel like I found my tribe. It’s truly a blessing that I’m grateful to have found myself in. Even going through some hard times like I have been, I can always fall into my poetry and bring myself back. I showed you guys per my last post my first time going to a poetry reading (and treating myself after). It’s something I always look forward to and want to keep up and dive into deeper.

Finding Me…

Finding myself as of late.

I feel like I’ve been lost

and in search of something great.

Who am I?

Is the question I ask.

Do I even have an answer?

I don’t fully know yet,

but I’m taking the time that I represent.

The time I long to extend.

It’s the most frequented currency

and its value is more than worthy.

I haven’t found me just quite yet,

but I’m taking the steps.

The steps of finding who I am.

The steps of who I so eagerly await.

Poetry is synonymous within me.

Every stanza I write may not be the best,

but it’s me, nonetheless.

Writing my feelings, so eloquently,

didn’t even know

I could give them life and meaning.

Finding my niche,

in this vast sea that is poetry.

Is truly a blessing.

One I thought I’d never quite get.

Finding my people, like minded individuals.

Hearing their words and expressing tomes.

Resonating within me,

as if they lit up a huge bonfire

that was just waiting for the spark to ignite my soul.

Poetry, the life blood of the person I long to be.

So, slowly I come to the understanding.

the understanding of who I am becoming.

A father, a brother, a son, and a lover.

I am a poet…

Thank you for reading! Please comment below on how you’ve used poetry through hard times or good times. I’d love to hear your thoughts and experiences!