The first Summer Soul Slam poetry event on The Lithium Chronicles has come to a close and I am so thrilled that I received as many submissions as I did with the short notice I gave. I promise that next year I will be more prepared and give everyone adequate time to submit.
I want to give a huge shout out to everyone who participated in this event and made it possible to get it up off the ground. I look forward to hosting more events like this one, and reading your brilliant submissions.
The Lithium Chronicles Summer Soul Slam 2016 Winner:
Natasha Alexander – Real You
About Natasha Alexander
Writer, always Wife and Mother first. Perfect is overrated, I am flawed and yet loved. Now that I don’t chase perfection, I can chase my dreams. I have completed a “Write a Novel” course in 2015 through S.A. Writers’ College and passed with a distinction. I also completed the Copy-Editing and Proof-reading course through them in March 2016. My first Manuscript of 60 000 words has been written and currently seeking a publisher. Currently I have 5 published poems, they were all published through Feminine Collective, which I am very proud of. I have been writing poetry since I was 14 and the reason/inspiration behind all my writing is a stand against women abuse. It is a cause that I hold close to heart. Something that started as an outlet for feelings too ghastly to speak about has turned into my passion.
I opened my door of secrets
I blindly let you swim in my feelings
Never once did I think
you would drown me in your own egotism
I took you to my true self…
a place I fear to go
I trusted you
I let you in
But letting you in never meant you were planning to stay.
You played the part of the Knight,
the one you knew I was searching for
You made me believe you were here for me
…here to stay
You made me believe this bullshit was love.
Then, without a trace of humanity
you one day remove your mask,
and all I see is an impassive face
a vacant heart
and inflexible soul
All I see is YOU.
As I close my book
I leave another tear on my pillow
I send my love to the masked man
The one who wore the indulgent face
and saintly soul.
The man…that was never you.
© Natasha Kleb Alexander 2016