Reminded of love; reminded of how much words hurt.
Reminded of a free-fall from that place where I’d tried to fly. . .
Leaned against the window pane.
Watched my world shatter. . .
Lost my voice. . .
Reminded of that free-fall from that place where I’d tried to fly.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2022
I am,
within my shell.
Don’t speak to me; I don’t want to connect to you or anyone.
I will never reach out, again.
Your sting was too tainted with poison for me to ever be my loving, trusting self again.
Within my own mind,
I beat a fast retreat, not wanting to ever feel again.
I want to clam up.
I don’t want to feel anything.
I don’t.
I,
want to stand alone.
Be here where I am.
Shut the door on the world, and throw away the key.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021
Hi Everyone,
This is the cover of my poetry book I put on Amazon/Kindle almost two years ago. It has not been selling. I have tried to market it on WordPress. Other bloggers have been very kind and have promoted it, as well as reviewed it. For this support I am very thankful.
I am also very discouraged because I feel that it has just been sitting out there in the virtual world despite my best efforts. Perhaps, my best efforts aren’t enough. I am very happy for those of you who have had success in promoting your books and making sales. I am not sure how you have managed to do it; perhaps, you all are far more outgoing than I am.
I am seriously considering removing my poetry book from Kindle/Amazon and looking into reaching out to more traditional publishers or literary agents. Maybe they can help me or advise me. I am not sure what to do. All I know is that I feel very isolated in this virtual world of writing. I feel as if I am flinging my words into an abyss, a black hole in a limitless expanse of nothingness. I, in short, feel as if I have been swallowed up by an immense void of darkness and silence. It has become quite deafening, this silence.
I have always loved to write. I have been told that I am a gifted writer. I have been rejected more than I have been accepted, however. Go figure. The world is upside down, anyway. I have grown to expect very little from it, except for occasional glimmers of light in an otherwise dark tunnel.
Thank you all so much for your encouragement over the past few years that I have blogged on WordPress. I do plan to continue blogging. I do so enjoy it. I just am quite disappointed in not seeing my poetry book reach more readers. Maybe it’s just that the world is just so big and there are so many writers and that time just marches on and that we just cannot control for destiny or the lack thereof.
2020 Copyright Jenny W. Andrews
Not going to write a love poem.
Not going to look out there in that patch of space.
Where I loved someone more than I should have.
I sacrificed myself out there, lost pieces of me.
Not going to write a love poem.
For something that wasn’t.
Copyright Jenny Andrews, 2019
Chasing Shadows
Angry,
I am.
But, I bury it deeply within the folds of my skin like hidden scars.
I dare not let you see the times I have broken.
Weak,
I am,
at the knees at the thought of you.
Angry,
I am that you are smooth and like water slip through my fingertips.
Envious,
I am of you and the manner in which you glide through your days unencumbered by convention, you move from place to place like a racing wind, not settling,
just moving.
And I wish I could capture you and hold you,
but,
angry,
I am that you move like liquid through my arms.
You move through memory like shadows in late evening,
lying down and disappearing with the faltering sunlight.
I have fallen completely in love with the faltering shadow.
Angry,
I am for chasing shadows with my heart.
Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews
My poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” is available on Amazon in both paperback and Kindle. My published name is Jenny Andrews. Thanks for reading!
-Jenny
Jenny Grace's Poetry and Creative Writing Techniques 