Tag: Jacinta Noel

Entangled – Jacinta Noel

The path crossed with thorns among bushes

My name is Jacinta Noel, a student originally from West London but currently studying Law at the University of Exeter. My story is not unlike many others you may have heard in relation to their poetry journey, but I started to write down and express my feelings and thoughts as a way of self-expression, and as a reaction to things occurring around me, to not only deal with that but also to be able to reflect and look back on my journey and be able to develop as a young individual.

Entangled

Wrapped up in wires, 

The source? (untraceable). 

She searched for the beginning,

Longed to see where it started –

Where it begun.

But still nothing but a hint;

A mere nudge in the direction. 

The path crossed with thorns among bushes.

She gives in –

Unwilling. 

The prize not worth the pain,

But stuck confused with a longing for purpose (acceptance). 

Wrapped up in self-gratification. 

Alas. 

Jacinta Noel, University of Exeter

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Poem 5: The Journey – Jacinta Noel

There’s no one here to comfort me, no rose tinted love, no spectacles to reassure me

Jacinta Noel is currently studying at the University of Exeter and has a passion for poetry. In her own words, the art form provides Jacinta with an opportunity to ‘reflect and look back on my journey and be able to develop as a young individual.’ We are very thankful for Jacinta’s decision to share her talents, and we are sure you will appreciate her work.

Poem 5: The journey

As I read through the lines I look

Within

Searching to find myself amongst the confusion; the constant discussion.

Jumbled words. Constant echo –

Ringing.

–

But I look deep and within

Me 

I find a sense of hope – a sense of blurred emotion

The real me? 

There’s no one here to comfort me, no rose tinted love, no spectacles to reassure me 

–

Maybe that’s a good thing.

This journey is for me to travel and go down…

The lane… lone road.

–

Without fear I begin, so – 

–

Let me be. Leave me alone. 

Please. 

I ask kindly, as I drift,

Float,

Rock, towards…

Destiny.

Jacinta Noel, University of Exeter

Did you enjoy this poem? Why not visit Maggie’s website at: Maggie’s Centre Nottingham to find out more about their exceptional work and/or make a donation. Do you have a poem you would like to submit to Voices? Feel free to do so by email at: voicespoetry@outlook.com or via the ‘Contact’ page on this site.