Since it’s Throwback Thursday, I dusted off this little diddy that was written a few years ago…it’s also an ode to Allergy Season…you’ll see!
Portrait of a Poet
I could continue this ongoing fight, but what would I really gain
The way I see it, the true victory will only come when I lay down the weapons of battle
and start the peace talks all over again
This battle can easily be discontinued by letting the enemy know that I no longer believe in
or fear its power or lack thereof
How does one profess to being a writer when they are afraid to write?
Afraid of the venom that may leak out once pen meets paper
The fear of revealing one’s true thoughts, feelings, emotions, triumphs, failures, flaws, and character
can be very strong deterrents in achieving a career as a writer.
However, the flip side of this coin is that many have found great healing of some of these same ailments
just by simply voiding their souls onto a piece of paper and thereby
ridding themselves of these restless spirits to move forward to a more peaceful plane in their lives.
How is it possible to fear the one thing that I want most in life? Can I really be afraid of the exposure?
What will my writing truly reveal if I were to allow pen and paper to become the tools for which my soul uses for healing? Am I afraid of the revelations that the answers to these questions will bring?
This mirror is getting more and more difficult to look into.
It feels as though it’s spring and the weather is warm, the breeze is blowing just gentle enough
so that the curtains will dance a slow rhythmic waltz once the windows are opened.
The flowers are presenting their best colors and the world seems to be at peace with itself
and then I close my eyes and revel in nature’s symphony of new birth as the birds chirp in harmony.
I take a deep breath ready to inhale all the aromas of the earth and just when I begin
to feel the deep commune with God, Heaven and Nature