For the past few years, I have been able to keep up with a vow I made with myself- compose a poem to commemorate each anniversary that marks the day I arrived in flesh and blood on what is called, earth until earth is ready to have it's dust back.
This year seemed like an exception because I was still blank as to what to compose... a draft here and a script there. I wanted to write something and that is all that mattered, still it felt like what I wanted say was at the tip of my fingers and my heart was saying something, so I stopped arguing with the poem and let it write itself... talk about giving up the desire to control every outcome. Short, Sweet and to the point! That's how the heart works!
This year seemed like an exception because I was still blank as to what to compose... a draft here and a script there. I wanted to write something and that is all that mattered, still it felt like what I wanted say was at the tip of my fingers and my heart was saying something, so I stopped arguing with the poem and let it write itself... talk about giving up the desire to control every outcome. Short, Sweet and to the point! That's how the heart works!
No comments:
Post a Comment