I've written these words before, in my journals that few people see other than me.
2009 was so very hard on me. It's time to move on.
AFTER YEARS ALONE
1983
I tremble...
my hand at touch of pen to paper...
(and so soul to light)
to feel the words flow again
after so many years of hiding.
But trembling eases (slowly)
as once more the flow comes
through my heart, past pen,
and into my eyes gaze once more.
I still care...
and feel...
And I still need to express my heart
despite my fears of leaving traces
of my soul
for the world to trample.
I’ve been told by some close
that they miss those glimpses.
And as scared as I am
to touch you again,
dear paper...
I missed you, too.
AFTER YEARS ALONE
1983
I tremble...
my hand at touch of pen to paper...
(and so soul to light)
to feel the words flow again
after so many years of hiding.
But trembling eases (slowly)
as once more the flow comes
through my heart, past pen,
and into my eyes gaze once more.
I still care...
and feel...
And I still need to express my heart
despite my fears of leaving traces
of my soul
for the world to trample.
I’ve been told by some close
that they miss those glimpses.
And as scared as I am
to touch you again,
dear paper...
I missed you, too.
Of course, it's all said electronically now, and everyone gets to put their opinion out on the airwaves for all to see. I made a rule a long time ago... if my writing goes out... I hope it is uplifting and beautiful to the eye that captures it. So even if it is just for me... as always... I gain therefrom!
2 comments:
That goal speaks to the gentleness of your soul. And you always do uplift, dear Bro.
Are you familiar with Natasha Beddingfield's song "Unwritten"?
I like the words: "Drench yourself with words unspoken. Live your life with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten."
Our lives are books that we are writing each day. I like your analogy of pen connecting soul to paper.
It takes courage to expose yourself in such a personal way, but no one else can speak the words on your lips.
Keep writing brother.
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