Inspired by Hurt

Although in no way am I aching these days, I of late stumbled across an old poem which was written during a time when I was hurting.

I have always been one to appreciate the times that were the hardest. Not only because the hard times are the ones by which the most lesson is taught and the most experience is gained, but because, as an artist, they are the times that inspire so much creativity. Not because they are creative moments, but because, when saddened, I am often lifted to a place of emotional awakening that I can't ignore and am often overwhelmed by, hence being an emotional mess.

I have never turned away a sad or angry feeling but embraced it and used it to my artistic advantage.

Writing is my escape above all else. If I lost my ability to speak tomorrow I would be always happy writing.

Here is what I scratched down on a night that I was feeling rather down and had a heavy weight on my chest...

I scream a song, in tune I scream

I struggle late to sleep, to dream

My chest be burdened by a weight

I fear to face...

I scream a song, in tune I scream

I wish to cure, I fear to bleed

I wish to lift the ache I seethe

among my dreams....

I write to woe, I woe to write

By day I sleep, alive by night

Alone while dark, a crowd by light

when needed least....

I write to woe, I woe to write

Compelled, I second guess my rights

My mirrored figure comes to life

whose opinions cause riot....

riot within...

riot without riot...

My memory begins to lapse, and by this golden thread I grasp

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A bit of beauty drawn from a dark moment.

I embrace the dark but to understand its depths. My light will be fashioned accordingly to erase all such darkness.

Amen to the life I lead both light and dark, good and bad, experience for experience, a contrast, existence...

Goodnight readers,

Dare to dream