You’ve been there. Maybe you’re even there right now:
– You’re tired and depleted
– You have a heavy heart
– And you’re out of ideas
Your creativity which once was bubbling over seems to have gone dry and you miss it. You feel like you should be doing more. You’re judging yourself for not being as creative as you were in the past.
A couple of years ago, I was sitting in the cafe that I write in every day. I had my computer, a notebook, a book to read. I had my markers. When I tried to think about what to write my chest would tighten. I felt sick.
there are stories in my heart
they want to come out
I know not of them
until the pen hits the page
and the words lead the way
to a story
some pain unseen
some desire unexpressed
emerges
for the first time
into the light
without writing there would be no story
no understanding
there would not be the healing that comes with sharing
the power of being heard
truth-telling for the first time
without writing
there would be no hope
no ideas coalescing
dancing together
creating something
fresh
without writing
life would be dull
colourless
unseen
un-understood
veiled by tragedy of never stepping back
and looking
at the world.
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