The first poem I wrote was by accident. I was writing notes for my novel, At Her All. The main character Lara Faye Edison is a college student. I was trying to get inside the main character's head. In my past novels, if I wanted to get into character, I would paint with oil on canvas the location's scenery. Also, I sketched the scene on paper with a pencil and the character’s faces helped my creativity flow. It was like I could talk to the character, and they could talk to me. I am a visual writer. By doing this, the story would flow out of me like turning on a faucet, and the characters came alive. The poem in the novel At Her All is about Lara and her hovering parents.
Poem, “Out from the Shadows” by Jackie Lynaugh
“I wasn’t born to spoil under anyone’s shadow
and rot like an unhatched egg.
I wasn’t born to follow orders.
I wasn’t born for boredom.
I wasn’t born to satisfy someone else’s needs,
or to be taken for granted.
I wasn’t born to follow ideas of what truth is
or to live according to someone beliefs
or to think along their lines
I was born to think independently
I was born to find my own truth
I was born to meet life full throttle.
Walk the Appalachian trails.
To be seduced by an alpha male.
and loved for a million years.
To meet different faces, travel,
and learn other cultures.
Watch the stars at night.
I was born to get my hands dirty and
plant a garden and watch it grow.
To get sand between my toes.
Sand spurs under my feet.
I was born to jump into the ocean.
Pick up seashells and find starfish.
To go beyond time and space.
I was born to feel everything
and to experience everything.
The bitter taste of sorrow.
The foul taste of hatred.
I was born to learn how to be grateful.
I was born to know the truth
and learn how to give to I have nothing more.
To work hard and play hard.
I was born to learn how to speak the language of love
How to take care of my health.
Learn how to let go of all expectations
and let the future unfold like unwrapping a present.
I was born to learn how it feels to lose everything
except for the things that matter.
I am born to spread my wings
fall to the earth and rise again.
I will be proud of my scars and my wrinkles.
and therefore, time will let me live my
life out from the shadows.”