Writing (SOL Day 21)

Writing comes from my spirit
exhaling out through my fingers
the ideas grow from anywhere
from my toes, my chest, or
the deepest part of my belly

They come from memories
pulled to the surface with a small string
a child at the other end
waiting with curiosity
to inspect what she found at the bottom

They come from pain
the sharp kind that stings longer than you expected
or the kind that pulses and radiates, wearing you down a day at a time
or the kind that might never go away, you’ve gotten so used to it, it sits within you like an old stain on a shirt–you’ve begun to accept it as part of you

They come from senses
rich and varied
the environment around me sparks them to life
when I bring myself to the moment, it seems there isn’t a single thing I couldn’t ponder and sit with in awe

3 Replies to “Writing (SOL Day 21)”

  1. Lovely verses, truly. I love the lines:
    “pulled to the surface with a small string
    a child at the other end”
    Really effective imagery for memories

    I bet there are more verses to this! More places from where our writing comes! Great slice!

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