Hello friends, family, and fair fine folks! Whether you be purposefully or playfully passing by, thank you and welcome to my blog. I admit, often, I do not keep up with it as I would like, but I do appreciate your stopping by on this dark, warm, and interestingly muggy Thursday morning. I hope this post finds you well, and mosquito free. I am working on a short compilation of children’s poetry, and piecing together a potential autobiography. I was experiencing a little bit of a writing block for where and I guess, how to continue with the biography, when this little thing popped into my brain. Hope you like it, as always, Feed back is encouraged.
Moments of inspiration rise, and my heart then takes me by surprise.
Out of it flowing from somewhere deep, come words across the screen they creep.
As I outwardly type they from within, recreate the world I live in.
I see, as my secrets all reveal, wounds I pick at start to heal.
I feel inside burdens lift off my chest, and outwardly I now may find rest.
As I start to inwardly let go, the outside benefits from what was stored below.
The demons now may sleep and die, as I allow myself to feel, to hurt, to cry.
This is my written therapy, my own unspoken lock and key, the only way that I can free, unleash the best of who I can be.
**I am finding it difficult to talk about myself, and my family. Am I the only one out there in writer/blog/internet land who is greatly struggling to talk about themselves, or mildly failing at creating an autobiography? Sorry for the random ramblings of a raving (w)riter, Here is the little bit of brain goo that popped into my head space.**
Thank you again for stopping by and have an amazing day everyone.