NOTE: This poem contains a swear word, if you don’t like it, stop reading now while you still have the chance.
The Quiet surrounds me like a pissed off porcupine waiting to strike
Vibrant Intellect pools into ashen puddles
Darkness slithers in seeking out familiar havens
Confidence now insecurity
If peace exists, it eludes me.
Inspiration corroded by Fear
Hope asphyxiated by Hesitation.
A melody of words wandering without form
Unable to break free of this internal storm
After being sunk into the depths of EditWorld these past couple weeks I found myself in a bit of a funk. So I wrote about it. Then, I picked up a news paper and found myself instantly reminded how very foolish my mood was. I have every reason to be thankful, I get to kiss my son, he’s alive, I get to kiss my spouse, he’s alive, I get to wake up and breathe, I’m alive. Today is a good day.
May God bless and be with all those who are suffering in Japan. My heart, thoughts, and prayers are with you all.
Tammys Tip of Week
Are you experiencing some kind of deep inner emotion or turmoil? Write about it. Journaling your dreams, thoughts, emotions and anything else that comes into your head can be a wonderful tool for future use. Writing that next scene where you need to feel ‘in that character’s headspace’? Your journals can become your own reality library, something you can draw from in times of need; it’s win/win.
I carry a notepad with me everywhere I go in case the need arises, but I don’t keep a daily journal per say. I tend to write my emotions into prose, and that’s what goes into my journal. How about you, do you journal? Daily? Once in a while? How do you use your emotion to help you as a writer?