struggling to articulate experience.
It is my call.
My cry to the world:
"Behold. I am alive
and I must sing about it."
not to express myself,
but to create myself.
With each word, each sentence, each paragraph
I gather back the pieces of myself
that life's circumstances have scattered.
I become whole by writing.
we write to make ourselves whole...we write to create ourselves---and each part of the poem we write gathers one more piece of us, so that we can put ourselves back together...
life takes us apart...but writing heals...
and yes, it is our call..i firmly believe that...
we are the voice for our generation...and if we have the gift at all...it is our duty to use it!
Absolutely! This is just great. I love it! Again simple but you explain it perfectly.
"I gather back the pieces of myself that life's circumstances have scattered. I become whole by writing." This is my favourite part...it reminds me of the work of my entire life...all the hours I have sat in counselling, when all I have ever really needed to do is write.
Well written! Thank you for this, it is a treasure!
If I am ever stopped by the "Why Write" Police, will you be my attorney? Very compelling argument you make for writers... and before I met Elecia, I had no support for my writing... I couldnt have explained this better... nice job
I agree, well said. Sometimes, writing forces me to think. I lose myself when I become lazy. Then there are times, there is this urge, perhaps something Jack the Ripper knows too well, when you need to rip up something, but in our case, by writing. Fine work, this! :)
Great way of putting it. Very succinct and to the point. It deserves a fave. I've always written things just to make them clear too. In the act of wording new ideas and truths seem to materialize and the foggy understanding of what was experienced becomes clear.
Jason, this superb! As I read the first lines of the second stanza, I thought they would be my favorite, then the whole second stanza became a favorite. Now the whole piece. like most of your work, i have to commit to Favorites. Thanks, silver
I love this! It's true. There are so many people like that. Artless people who can't see beauty, who have never read a whole book in their lives. You explain it so well! I love the first part. 'Behold. I am alive and i must sing about it'. Beautiful.