
I have not posted in 30 days.
I contemplated new writing challenges,
but nothing compelled me.
Nothing resonated in my soul.
Nothing I read encouraged pen to paper,
fingers to keys.
But today I watched the movie, 5 to 7.
One line amongst many
poignant lines
spoke directly
to my silent writer.
“I don’t write when I’m happy.
Writers write when they have pain.
Writing takes the pain away.”
True. True. True.
I have written my best work
while enduring deep sadness,
long suffering.
Wrote through grief.
Cancer.
Heartbreak.
Lies.
Deception.
Weakness.
Loneliness.
Fear.
I introduce
my pen
paper
and keyboard
to words on pages
not found in clenched fists
or heart cries
or chemotherapy.
But words
birthed from joy.
Why write?
Why not?
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