The other day, as I poured through my old journals looking for inspiration to write my Tea & Treasure testimony, Mr A asked me why I don't write anymore. Which seems funny to say - as I am writing this on my blog.
I suppose it's because at the height of my creative output I was also in the depth of my mental breakdown. Maybe that has left me with the subconscious impression that anything I write now wouldn't be as "real" or as "insightful". The fear of that has kept me from trying. It's been almost 5 years and, not to sound cliche, but I think I've lost touch with my creativity. So the last night, I wrote a poem. And here it is...
A drop, a dot
a speck of sand
on a vast, curving shore.
A broken shell's
smooth pink edge
a small piece, nothing more.
Enduring the tide
a true purpose
waiting to be unearthed,
the discarded peice
of something large
is larger than its worth.
I can't believe you feel like you aren't creative and yet you've posted like a zillion craft projects over the past few months. Puh-lease. You are already a creative goddess. But if you want to add poet to your already long list of accomplishments, go for it!
ReplyDeleteYou should totally write more. You are an amazing writer.
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