A POET'S CHILDHOOD

A POET'S CHILDHOOD

A Poem by E.P. Robles

THERE are brilliant pebbles on fire
within the expansive skies
And there are stones as bright 
upon the ground
How both I have walked:
my eyes toward the skies
my eyes toward my feet
How to celebrate the love
of my own personality
i often sing to myself
That I comfort the essence
of my Soul
for every bit belongs to me
as it does with you.
How my house as child was not
a haven of security
but the fragrance of my mother
was there before night
Teenage years:  The key in my pocket, 
heavy with responsibility
to unlock the door to an uncertain reality
Through the haze of cigarette smoke
I'd navigate, trying not to choke
On the bitterness that hung in the air
A reminder of a life lived in despair
Yet in those moments of solitude
I found solace in my own fortitude
A resilience born from adversity
A strength forged in the flames of uncertainty
For though my childhood was marred
By the demons that haunted and scarred
I learned to find beauty in the cracks
To see the light shining through the tracks
So as I walk these paths of mine
With stars above and stones that shine
I carry with me the lessons learned
From a childhood where I yearned
For love, for safety, for peace of mind
Yet in the absence, I learned to find
The strength within to stand tall
And embrace the journey, flaws and all.
:: 02.22.2024 ::

© 2024 E.P. Robles


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This is beautiful in the most interpretive sense. The beauty is on the inside, between the lines validating the truth of existence; that we are more than the sum of our parts and experiences; we hope, we dream, we envision and we aspire. "resilience born from adversity" describes it well but it's even more than resilience, it's growing beyond what our surroundings dictate to overcome. And that was the beauty for me, the strength, perseverance, courage and hope of the author. I loved this write!

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

E.P. Robles

9 Months Ago

Thank you for your kind review. I appreciate it very much.



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Art can be a line on a page; what makes it "art" is the heart of the person who put it there. Bourn through adversity...the heart expands and fills itself with the need for expression. I understand.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hey I can relate to this write the title got my attention, I started putting word's together at young age and I still put my simply word's together thank you for sharing your thoughts,

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is beautiful in the most interpretive sense. The beauty is on the inside, between the lines validating the truth of existence; that we are more than the sum of our parts and experiences; we hope, we dream, we envision and we aspire. "resilience born from adversity" describes it well but it's even more than resilience, it's growing beyond what our surroundings dictate to overcome. And that was the beauty for me, the strength, perseverance, courage and hope of the author. I loved this write!

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

E.P. Robles

9 Months Ago

Thank you for your kind review. I appreciate it very much.
Looking back can be the aftertaste of a time best forgotten if could be. Your finely laid poem somehow spins a life that regurgitates a past best forgotten but can't be, perhaps never will. This could be drama were it not so hellishly real.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

E.P. Robles

9 Months Ago

Isn’t poetry drama? Joy. Fear? Love? Lost things? I subscribe to life and the fingerprints it .. read more
emmajoygreen

9 Months Ago

Of course. Profuse apologies, perhaps I should have typed melodrama but that would have inferred ins.. read more
It is amazing how we can see things differently and find peace within by using writing and imagination as a way to escape the despair that linger like cigarettes smoke, thick and stale.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

E.P. Robles

9 Months Ago

stale smoke, glasses of wine, food. And some unmentionable things. ;)

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E.P. Robles
E.P. Robles

SAN ANTONIO, TX



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I write a lot and I paint a lot. I think just enough that I believe I am a very crazy person at all times. I am very friendly to a fault and find life very very short. I write in bursts with each p.. more..

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A Poem by E.P. Robles