Happy Sunday to my fellow bloggers and blog-lovers. In my corner of the world, it feels like summer is jussst around the corner. I’m not sure about you, but I’ve been feeling a little drained lately. There’s a pile of things pulling me in all different directions today. So in lieu of that, I’m going to share with you something that really fills my cup.
Poetry, written by yours truly.
But first, I’d like to share a little more about myself. Since I joined in 2019, Pointless Overthinking has grown over 5,000 subscribers—thank you all! We’ve also added a few new writers to our team. Welcome to the our new readers, and welcome back to our OG readers 🙂
My pen name is e.l. jayne. I keep it lowercase for the emphasis to be on my words and not my name. Sometimes you’ll see me sign off as “<3E” as in “Love, E.”
But I also go by “Elle” so if you’re reading this you’re let in on the secret and you can choose to write to me as either 🙂
Last autumn was hard. Luckily, I managed to pull myself out of a (not to use it lightly) depressive rut since then. I’ve been certified in proposal management, became the Director of Marketing & Communications for the World Trade Association of Utah, and have some great news to share with you all when the time is right.
I’ve been working hard this year. So hard I forgot to press pause. Or maybe I was fearful to fall back into a depressive rut again. But, everyone doesn’t need me all the time. I also need to take time to pause.
Something that really helps me pause is by writing poetry. I’ve been writing almost daily since 2018 after I picked up a copy of Fernando Pessoa’s “A Little Larger Than The Entire Universe” in Lisbon, Portugal. Thanks to him and his many pseudonyms piquing my interest.
Hopefully this wasn’t too long of an introduction to get to the purpose of this post. But I wanted to give some more background to myself for our newer readers.
I wrote this poem about a month ago. I wrote it about the art of loving and losing. And how it fascinates me that people freely choose to read sad stories, watch sad movies, and listen to sad music. None of us want to feel alone in our suffering. And that’s the beautiful thing, we’re not alone.
The poem I’m sharing with you today is called Fact or Fiction:
It begs the question, do you believe it’s better to have loved and lost, or to never have loved at all?
Do you believe love is a worthy suffering? Would you start loving someone even if you knew your time together was bound to be cut short?
I’m quite interested to hear you guys think about this. Love is a crazy thing. We all value it deeply, but we all have such different definitions and expectations of it.
Also, if you enjoyed my poetry and would like me to publish more of it on here, let me know. My personal blog is dedicated to my poetry but I’m thinking about posting more of it on here to spark some interesting conversations.
Thank you all 🙂
To check out my poetry blog, visit http://www.poemsandprose.travel.blog